Chapter 86
A Truth, A Lie
(Amara’s POV)
The doorbell rang, echoing through the house. I wasn’t expecting anyone, especially not at this hour. The boys were playing in their room, their laughter a soft background noise to my troubled thoughts. I took a deep breath, trying to steady myself before opening the door.
Standing on the doorstep was a woman I barely recognized. Her hair was dyed to a llight brown and curled around her face that was lined with years of living a life I knew nothing about. But her eyes—those eyes I had inherited—were unmistakable.
“Mom…” I said, my voice barely more than a whisper.
“Hello, Amara,” she replied, her voice cold and calculating. “May I come in?”
I hesitated, my mind swirling with a thousand questions. This was the woman who had abandoned us, the m
