Arlon released my shoulders and stepped back two paces.
"Then why didn't you explain?"
I pretended not to hear him, wiped away my tears, and looked at him, "Arlon, does your mother know you're here to see me?"
Arlon felt a heaviness in his heart, opened his mouth but said nothing.
I gave a bitter laugh, pushed him out, and shut the door.
"Vicky, just you wait for me."
He left with those words.
I slumped onto the bed, not wanting to move at all.
For the past two years, I've forced myself not to think about it, but the moment Arlon appears, all my defenses crumble easily.
Wait for him, wait for what?
His mother would never agree.
Arlon always thought I was the child his mother had carefully selected from the orphanage to bring home.
But I knew that wasn't true.
When his mother c
