Michael’s POV.
I was five or six when I asked my father why I didn’t have a mommy like all the other kids in school. He sat me down and told me that my mommy had died when I was still a baby and she is watching down at us from heaven, that my mommy had sent us a guardian angel in her place.
When I got older, and could understand, he told me the truth. He told about the woman who saved me and took care of me for the first few weeks of my life because my mom was kidnapped when she was heavily pregnant with me. They killed her and it was a woman called Michaela Ricci who cut me out of my mother and saved my life.
My father and both sets of grandparents kept my mom’s memory alive and would always tell me stories about her and that the love my mom and dad had was young and pure and it devast
