The Weight of Secrets
Slowly, Arabella rose and walked out to the balcony, her face wet with tears as she sank into thoughts about her past. More than anything, her heart ached to set eyes on her only son who had been missing for over thirty years. But there was another fear that haunted her...if Ava ever discovered the truth about her origins, she might hate her despite the deep love between them.
Ava had never known the love of her real parents; the only motherly affection she had ever received was from Arabella. And Arabella loved Ava fiercely, as though she had given birth to her herself.
For years she had carried this terrible guilt in her heart. Now the time had come. She had to tell Ava the truth about who she really was, hoping...just hoping...that Ava might forgive her. But how
