“I’ve come for my son,” the stranger declared decisively and stepped into the apartment.
“Are you in your right mind?” I hissed angrily, blocking the doorway to the children’s room. “Who are you, anyway?”
“Get ready,” he said sternly. “We’re going to do a DNA test. And the moment it shows the child is mine, I’ll take him.”
I raised my sister’s son as my own and blindly hoped that he would never be taken from me.
He is an influential businessman, capable of depriving me of my baby with nothing more than a word.
I’m a loving mother, ready to fight to the end.