He first looked at Amara, and then at the kid beside her. A flicker of recognition entered his mind. He had met this kid just yesterday... and the boy had asked him to marry his mother. Now he was standing beside Amara. Rowan's mind began creating its own theories.
Could it be... Could what he was thinking be true.......? Could Amara be his mother...? He shook his head, trying to dismiss the idea. It wasn't possible. Amara couldn't be his mother... How old was she to be his mother.. barely twenty three..?!
Yet, as Rowan watched them walk to their seats, he couldn't help but search for similarities between Amara and Vaughn. The more he looked, the more they seemed like mother and son. The way Amara was treating the young boy, the gentle affection, the subtle protective gestures.. everyth
