Mundo de ficçãoIniciar sessãoMATTHEW DAY P.O. V
It was him, I told myself.
The adorable little boy in front of me, who seemed to be around the same age as the Dina, was nothing but Adam's. The same child who was in the boy's hospital and shared the same hospital room as Ruby two years ago. There was a black backpack, he was wearing a black and white T-shirt, with jeans and black shoes. I had the same green eyes and dirty blond hair; the only difference was that he was a li







