Maya’s POV
I stood in the middle of the clearing with the little girl in my arms. Her small body felt warm against me. Victoria Cross waited in front of the old house. She held the boy by the hand. He looked just like the girl. Same curly hair, same eyes. My heart hurt looking at them. Two children caught in this mess. I thought, Sarah fought so hard to keep them safe. Now I have to make the right choice. I survived too many bad things. I cannot let these children live the same life.
Victoria smiled at me. “The boy is safe with me Maya. He needs special care. The medicine is expensive. I can pay for it. But I need the girl too. They belong together.”
Sarah stepped forward. Her voice shook a little. “He is my son. You cannot take him from me.”
The boy looked at Sarah. “Mommy? Is that yo
