Amalia Anderson
Andrew pulled me into his side, covering me from the woman who approached us. She claimed to be his mother, but the way he reacted, I couldn´t tell what exactly was happening.
A black Mercedes stopped in front of us, and Andrew, ignoring the woman, opened the door for me to step into the fancy car, and he stood there for a bre¿ief second, he looked over his shoulder and said, "Don't ever look out for me again." he closed the door and asked the driver to move.
My heart rammed into my chest. Was that woman Andrew´s biological mother? Shouldn´t he be happy to be reunited with her? I have no idea what he endured as a child, but the way his jaw is set, locked in anger, makes me afraid to ask.
I took a deep breath and looked out the window, my mind coming up with one theo
