Kiara's povHatred churned and rolled inside my heart as I sat in the shabby coach with my little boy in my arms. He had a lost look in his eyes, as if he just woke up from a nap.I felt so much hatred that it consumed me every waking moment and most of my sleeping moments as well. My nightmares have been filled with dreams in which I took my revenge on the man who made me go through all this shit. Every day I watch as all the dreams I have set for myself crumble before my eyes, one after the other. If there was something I wanted desperately, it would be to turn the hands of the clock back to the day my grandmother suddenly collapsed. That very day marked the beginning of my mystery.If I had insisted and stood by my decision to attend that party at the biviclub that very night, maybe my life would have been better. If I had not met that monster, Mateo, then maybe my life would have taken a better shape. I planned to save some money and then register for college, a place I had desper

Kiara's povI held Dan in my arms tightly once I left the hospital. Grabbing extra blanket to hold to cover his body closely. The weather is getting more cold maybe because it's already Christmas period. I can count how many times I have had a special Christmas celebration. Back when I was a little girl, I'd walk around the road and jump on my toes like a ballerina, then I enjoyed the cold breeze which would usually sweep my hair to and fro until they cover my face. One special feature I had then which I was so sure the other kids were so jealous of it's my hair. It was long and flowing, black and straight that even a slight wave gets it flowing. I never need to apply oil on it to make it shine and glow neither do I have to kill myself before I could be able to comb my hair, I little brushing leaves it straight again. Because of this, I never miss those moment when I will run on my toes and dance like ballerinas during windy weather. We made our way to our inexpensive one room bedroo

KIARA'S POVI starred at the card and more cautiously at the man who gave it to me as he was moving out . He stopped in front of a black tinted glass ride. Mere looking at it will tell you that it's worth thousands of dollars or even millions. It was dark better than the one Mateo got me which I sold for ninety - five thousand dollars. His door was closed by his driver once he entered the passenger's seat. And the car zoomed off at a normal speed.The card in my hand looked so genuine and the name on it sounded so familiar. Brinn's cucina, unfortunately I can't recall where I heard the brand name. I went inside to my little apartment and sat on the mattress which was the only possession I could manage to buy when I got to California. My ticket from Italy to the US took almost half of the money I raised from the sell of my car. Not like I didn't have more to rent a better apartment, I had open a savings account in the bank for Dan. I wouldn't want him to be denied if every privileges

KIARA'S POVWe drove in total silence. I kept my steady gaze either on the road or in Dan's face. The courage to start a conversation was something I didn't have at the moment. I noticed that occasionally he stole a glance at me. I can definitely never tell a stranger about my past and then end up shedding tears that would make me look pathetic. Besides, I can't trust anyone now. I had to try very hard to trust myself, and presently, all the trust I could give has been exhausted. "I... hope I am not making it feel awkward?" By the way, my name is Daniel. You can say Dan for short: "His throaty, deep voice echoed, and that reminded me of Mateo." I looked up at him, realizing he wanted to break the awkward silence we had been through."Kiara," I replied bluntly, avoiding eye contact while he nodded."And your baby?" "She looks so innocent and beautiful," he said, turning his gaze at San, and at that instant, I drew him closer to myself and breathed in her scent, which was a mixture of

Kiara's povJust when I thought things couldn't get any worse, there was a knock at the door. I opened it to find a representative from brinn cucina, holding a large envelope. I was so anxious to know what what was inside the envelope. Daniel had called me earlier to tell me that he sent something over to me."Mrs. Kiara?" the woman asked, her voice kind and sympathetic. I which I could correct her and tell her that I am still a miss but unfortunately a single mother but I don't even have the liver to say that now. "Yes, that's me," I replied, my heart sinking. The woman handed me the big brown envelope and said, "This is for you. It's a gift from a generous donor who wants to help families like yours get back on their feet. Inside, you'll find the keys to a brand new apartment, fully furnished and ready for you to move in. It's a fresh start for you and your children."Tears welled up in my eyes as she opened the envelope and saw the keys to my new home. I couldn't believe her