Zack POV
My memories of my youth were hazy. I have no recollection of what happened throughout my childhood; the only memory I have is of my mother taking me to the park and teaching me how to ride a bicycle. She would wake up with me for my examinations, and when she returned from the office, she would teach and play with me. We didn't have any relatives to celebrate our birthdays with, but she would do so in such a special way that I never felt alone on my special day. She taught me how to be a gentleman in college and assigned me classmates to assist me overcome my fears.
Maya was correct in her assessment that she loved me unreservedly, despite the fact that I was the son of her husband and daughter's murderer. She was not my biological mother, but she is a step above it. For me, h
