The cold, frigid wind had started to settle deep into Melania’s bones. She was only 9 when her mother had left her behind in their little cabin deep into the cerulean forest of Habaken.

“I’ll be back in a few days before the snow storm hits. Stay here and don’t go outside. I promise baby mommy will return home. I love you so much.” It was the last thing her mother had said to her with her voice ...