Chloe Bishop didn't know why the little boy was so drawn to her—almost dependent, even.
Did she look like his birth mother?
She laid him down on the bed, but he still clutched her clothes tightly. So she lay down beside him, gently patting his back. "Sleep, Adrian. I'll stay right here with you."
Adrian Grayson gazed at the gentle face before him, blinking a few times. His heavy lids slowly drooped. He wriggled closer and burrowed into her arms.
She continued soothing his back until his breathing evened out.
Once she was certain he was asleep, she carefully lifted his shirt...
She didn't know how to describe what she felt.
That tiny body was covered in scars—layers upon layers of them. His chest, his abdomen, even his groin—everywhere clothes could hide, there were marks.
Some look
