I don’t remember him. But my body reacts like it should. Eight years ago, I lost my memories in blood and fire. I woke up pregnant, alone… and terrified. Now he’s back… hiding behind a false name, watching my son like he already belongs to him. The closer he gets, the harder it is to breathe. The harder it is to ignore the truth clawing its way out. Because my son was conceived the night I lost everything. And the man lying his way into my life… is his father.
