Chapter 18

18 - Mia Lauren Hudson

He saved me in every way a woman can be saved.

- Titanic

Apollo guided me through the garden of his house until he opened a door to our right. He left a space for me to pass first, and he followed. Everything was dark, and I couldn't see anything until Apollo turned on the lights. It wasn't a fluorescent light, but a lamp that cast an orange hue over the room, almost like candlelight. I dared to take a step forward and look around; it seemed to be Apollo's room.

The walls were made of small reddish brick blocks, and several movie posters—what I assumed were his favorites—hung on the walls. I looked at each one and paid attention to a specific picture. It was my mother and Apollo's father, in a not-so-well-known photo from their first movie together. I felt Apollo move closer to me, and he smiled, looking at the picture too.

I observed my mother's youthful face, her blue eyes and blonde, wavy hair in all her youthful beauty. She wouldn't have changed much if she