Chapter 42
SUMMER'S POV
I woke up in an unfamiliar room. I remember the events before going to sleep. When my eyes widened as I remembered I had given birth. But when I hold it, I deflate it.
"Summer."
I turned to call my name. "Aunt Susan?"
He shook his head at me. "Call me Madam Beatiz."
I was confused. If so, his name is not Susan. But it doesn't matter what matters is where my son is. "Where is my son?" I will ask.
Aunt Susan/Madam Beatriz approached me and held my hands.
"She's gone. She had no breath when you were born." he said.
"Liar! I felt him strong. Every move and kick he made I could feel so how could there be no breath." I got out of bed and went out of the room. I knew he was fooling me. I know my son is alive.
In the living room of the very large and luxurious house I saw a small casket with flowers. My knees stiffened and weakened.
I can cover my mouth so I don't scream. I slowly approached the small coffin.
"No. No. Mhalika. Mhalika is here mama. Mhalika."