Roseline POV.Settling into Anthony’s apartment felt surreal. The warmth of the space wrapped around me like a blanket, a stark contrast to the cold, suffocating atmosphere I had left behind. His mother, Theresa, welcomed me with open arms, her kindness a soothing balm for my frayed nerves.I guess leaving Sinclair for now is the right choice, and meeting someone like Anthony is a blessing from above. If not because I saved her mother, I would still be wondering round the street.Theresa did more for me as a stranger, despite the fact that I have no mother, she make me taste of motherly Love. Both mother and son has the same line of kindness.“Make yourself at home, dear,” Theresa said, her smile genuine and warm. “You’re safe here.”Before long, I got adapt to them. I found comfort in the routine Anthony and his mother had established, a simple breakfast, shared laughter, quiet evenings spent watching TV. Yet, even in these moments of joy, a part of me felt hollow.As the days turned
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