Bianca's breath quickened the moment she entered their living room and her eyes landed on the boy - Jackson.
His very presence sent her spiraling into memories she had tried to bury, yet they came crashing back in a storm of guilt, pain, and longing.
His eyes... those piercing blue eyes were unmistakable.
They weren't just eyes.
They were George's bloodline (the man who made her a mother at her early age), staring back at her, a living proof of her past mistake.
It was as though the Morano curse itself had crawled out of the river where she left him and returned in the form of this child.
The boy tilted his head, confused at her frozen stare.
His mother stepped protectively in front of him, her arms folding across her chest.
"How may we help you?" the woman asked, her tone sharp yet edged with curiosity.
She had recognized Bianca instantly the very woman who had once stood between her family and Luca.
Bianca's chest constricted.
