AMARA
The look on Mrs. Basha’s face when I mentioned who Ashley’s father is will forever be burned into my memory. That moment — that cold, shocked expression — was a combination of disbelief, horror, and, dare I say, a hint of guilt. Her eyes had widened, her lips parted, as if she was trying to comprehend what I had just said, but no words came out.
And to think, I can’t even ask Xander for help, not for the reasons people would assume, not out of pride or stubbornness. No, it’s deeper than that. Telling him the truth now would mean he’d meet his daughter for the first time in the worst possible way — when she’s unconscious, lying in a hospital bed, fighting for her life. What kind of human does that make me? How could I put that burden on him?
No, I can’t tell him. Not yet.
I guess
