Amelia’s POV
My heart thundering in my ears, I stared at my fantasy man made real, and the two children who had called me their mother.
Inside of me, my emotions were a whirlwind, stirring more even with this distance than my entire evening with Ian had.
Did I know these people? How could that be, when these children were so young?
Yet, looking at them, and at the man who must have been their father, I felt like a pivotal piece of myself was sliding back into place.
But that couldn’t be. Jake and my parents mentioned nothing about a former mate, or children. They wouldn’t lie about something like that to me, would they? They didn’t seem that cruel.
It had to be some kind of cruel coincidence. Maybe I had seen that man once in my past, before my amnesia, and the fantasy had spiraled
