Benjamin gave a cold laugh. “I don’t see it.”
“That’s because you’re not Mark. Of course you wouldn’t understand. How could you possibly know what it’s like for him to crave a mother’s love?” Amanda’s voice carried a faint sadness—just like her other three children, who longed for a father’s love.
She was destined never to be able to give her children a complete home.
The best she could do was never let them go without, at least materially.
Benjamin glanced at her coldly. Of course he understood. When he had needed his mother the most, she had… disappeared.
“If Mark’s so willing to call you Mommy… then just come back to the Schmidt family,” he muttered dryly.
Without her, the house felt… empty.
Amanda paused, stunned. She stared at him, completely puzzled. “Wait—Benjamin, I thought
