Amber’s POV
After the encounter with the old woman, I couldn’t stop thinking about her and the things she said, about her recognizing me. It was so far-fetched though, and I had no real reason to believe it.
Yet, the small girl in me, the orphan who always wondered where her home was and why they didn’t want me anymore, she held on to that tiny bit of hope and asked the question, What if?
For her sake, after my work day at the clinic, I drove over to Rafael’s estate. I was nervous about just randomly dropping in on him, but he had emphasized on the phone that his door was always open to me, anytime. I had to trust that he was telling the truth.
When I knocked on the door, I was surprised to find that Rafael himself opened the door.
“Amber?”
“I’m sorry to bother you at home Rafael,” I
