Harlow
“I can’t help but wonder… I wonder if our mother felt any guilt when she set me in that basket and left me on Dad’s doorstep. How could she walk away from her own child like that?”
Those are the last words I hear from Bree as I desperately plead for her to set Scarlett down next to Rhen. My heart is beating so violently that it feels dangerous, but I am ready to do anything to protect my daughter. If something happens to Scarlett, I will lose the very reason for my heart to continue beating.
My body is suddenly slammed against something hard. My eyes shoot open, and a loud gasp leaves my lips. The last thing I remember is trying to convince Bree to set Scarlett down and her strange words.
Bree had placed my daughter on the floor next to an unconscious Rhen. I had never felt such
