An inexplicable feeling of sorrow swelled in Nathalia's heart as she watched the happy family.
It was what she had never had and could never have. Love and family. She just stood there and watched, frozen and forlorn.
Spencer caught up, spotted her, and was about to scorn her, and when he saw her forlorn face. It stung his heart. He followed her eyes and caught sight of the three figures in the room. His face turned stiff like a stone.
The three happy faces had no idea what was going on in the minds of the two secretive spectators.
"Happy Birthday, mum." The young man said.
"Happy Birthday, honey" The father followed. His voice is gentle and caring.
Nathalia let out a long sigh inside her. I don't even dare dream of it.
Wait. Isn't that Matt Miller, the most talked-about prosecutor in Miami recently? Nathalia noticed.
