Elara’s POVJacobi climbed into my lap, wrapping his arms around my neck. “Mama.”Haru stepped into the hut. “My apologies, Luna. I will–”“No, Haru, I want to stay with Mama.”Haru froze, blinking slowly. “Haru. He called me Haru.”Then I remembered that Jacobi had been calling every woman who he came across Mama. A flicker of hope filled my heart.I got to my feet with him, taking the boy outside. “Jacobi,” I said.He let my hair drop from his mouth. “Yes, mama?”“Who is that?” I asked, pointing to a random woman who had been passing by.The woman stopped, clutching her basket close to her chest. “Jacobi, I am not your mama,” she said in somewhat broken English.The boy frowned. “No, you are Belu’s mama, not my mama. Luna is my mama.”Something crashed behind us. I turned around to see Kuro watching us with wide eyes.“Jacobi,” he whispered, tears pooling in his eyes.“Kuro!” Jacobi yelled, wiggling down from my arms and rushing to his uncle.The look on Kuro’s face was something I
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