After Serenity left, Clara looked down at her sleeping son. She gently touched the child's tender face with a pained look.

She remembered the time her son asked her in sign language where his father was.

She could only tell him a terrible lie – in heaven.

She did not know how long she could fool the child with that lie. She could not tell him where or who his father really was.

What should she say? That his father had approached her with malicious intentions from the very beginning? That whe