Lara's P.O.V
I listened as intently as I could. I had never heard my mother ever talking about my father this way before. All she would tell me was how much I looked like him, that he loved me and that when he died my name was the last word to leave his lips... I never questioned her about anything else. She always looked in so much pain when I mentioned him.
And as a child, you never want to see your mother hurting, so we only ever spoke about him when she brought him up in conversations... that didn't mean I didn't wonder about him... if I really looked like him, did he have brothers or sisters? Would my life have been better if he still had to be here?
Maybe if he were still alive I wouldn't be so lonely growing up. Sure I had Tracy. She has been my friend for forever, but I never ha
