Anabelle POV
As he steps into the hallway with me in his arms, I close my eyes, trying to adjust to the light. "Oh my God. What have they done to her," a feminine voice asks. Her voice is a mix of anger and sadness. I manage to force my eyes open and gasp when I see a woman that looks like she could be my mama's sister. She reaches her hand toward me and I can't stop myself from flinching away from her touch. She drops her hand by her side. A mix of hurt and sadness flashing in her eyes.
The man holding me in his arms tightens his hold on me. The woman he called Luciana moves to wrap her arm around the older woman. The man that claims to be my brother turns, walking back toward the living room. As irrational as it is, I can't help the fear that my mother will be waiting and pissed when
