The billionaire stepped out of his SUV and fell to his knees before Mama Hannah, the homeless widow whom Amara had been feeding every day at her little street stall.

Before the whole neighborhood, he cried:

— “Mama… I’m alive.”

The street fell into stunned silence. Mama Hannah wavered, then fainted into the arms of her long-lost son, Jerry, whom everyone had believed dead for twenty years. At the hospital, she woke up under the watchful eyes of Amara and Jessica. Jerry then told his story: the attack, his father’s death, his own amnesia, his adoption, the lost years… and finally, how an old man had described a widow who looked like his mother, eating every day under Amara’s tarp.

That was how he found his mother.

And how he realized that the woman who had saved her… was Amara.