About the book: 2020 / I remember how my baby cried when he was taken from me. I remember the cruel hands that took my son away. The hands of a man whom I once loved madly and hated madly. Hands of Mark Zagorsky. That rainy evening, Zagorsky’s people fired 9 bullets at my husband and me, but unfortunately for them, I survived. Having buried the memories of me, Mark is enjoying a new, quiet life. But he doesn’t have much time left, because I have resurrected and will return to take what’s mine, even if I have to get a job in his house as a nanny for my own son..