Chapter 82

Marcus's POV

I felt my chest clenched as I stared at Amari peacefully sleeping.

I felt happy but for some reason...I feel pain maybe because she reminded me of Amari...my Amari.

I always wonder what she would look like if she ever got the chance to live. I always wonder who will she look like more. Will she look like Lillian or will she look like me?

"She's already asleep?"

When I heard Alice's voice I looked at her and stood up.

"Yeah, she must be tired,"

Alice stared at my face intently then she reached for my hand.

"Why are you looking at me like that?"

I can see worry in Alice's eyes which made me confused.

She shook her head and smiled at me before taking a glance at Amari.

"She's not your daughter Marcus,"

I know that but when she said those words I felt like being stabbed in the chest.

"I know," I replied, weakly.

"I can see it in your eyes. You look at her full of love."

My eyebrows furrowed as I listened to her words. "What's your point, Alice?"

She smiled and met my gaze. "