Episode 1 — The Boy at the Bus Station

I was checking the time on my phone when I heard a little boy shouting behind me.

“Mom!”

I turned around.

A six-year-old boy was running straight toward me.

Before I could move, he wrapped his arms around my waist.

“Mom, you came back!”

I froze.

“I'm sorry, sweetheart. You have the wrong person.”

He pulled away and stared at my face.

His eyes filled with tears.

“No... it's you. I know you.”

A man rushed toward us and grabbed the boy's hand.

“I'm so sorry,” he said. “He's confused.”

The boy struggled against him.

“Daddy, don't take me! She came back!”

The man's face suddenly changed.

He looked at me carefully.

Almost as if he had seen a ghost.

Then he pulled the boy away.

But just before they disappeared into the crowd, the boy looked back at me.

His voice was barely a whisper.

“Mom... don't trust Daddy.”

I stood there, completely confused.

I had never seen that child before.

I had never seen his father before.

And I had certainly never been a mother.

At least, that's what I believed.

Until my phone rang.

It was my adoptive mother.

I answered.

“Mom, something strange just happened—”

She interrupted me.

“Where are you?”

“At the bus station.”

There was silence.

Then she asked something that made my blood run cold.

“Did you see a little boy?”

I couldn't speak.

“How did you know?”

Her voice trembled.

“Amara... listen to me carefully.”

“Don't talk to that family.”

“Why?”

Another silence.

Then she whispered:

“Because seven years ago, you had a son.”

The call disconnected.

Episode 2 coming soon...