CHAPTER 92 I Don't Want To Know The Truth

　　Neomi POV

　　"I.." I stutter in my words, sitting in front of Mia, who sits in front of me with her legs crossed. She patiently waited for me to explain myself.

　　Hot tears like lava ran down my cheek. My heart is twisting heavy. For a dear moment, I wanted to run away very far away from the world, just me and my son.

　　"I held him in my arms, and I instantly knew he was my son. He looked at me with those innocent faces, and his tiny hands touched my chin like he was comforting me." 

　　I sucked in a deep breath, the only sound heard was my slurring words and sniffing. I just couldn't let go of him. I want him so dearly.

　　"I had this feeling of a mother," I demonstrated with my hands apart, like I have a child in my arms.