Aurora’s POV
For the first time in five years, the heavy knot in my chest had loosened.
The TV in the corner had been talking about Sophie Brooks all morning. Her face had been dragged through the dirt across the whole country, and Nathan Brooks was running in circles to stop investors from pulling their money.
They had no time for me. They had no time to hunt an abandoned mother and two children in the southern slums.
I dumped the dishwater and wiped our plastic bowls dry.
“Mommy, look!”
Maya ran over from the small rug, holding up a drawing. Her cheeks were pink, her blue eyes bright and happy.
On the paper, she had colored three smiling stick figures under a bright yellow sun. One had long brown hair like mine, one had black hair like Leo, and the smallest wore a puffy pink skirt
