SOPHIA "Who…who are you?" I blinked. Once, twice, thrice, repeatedly. I continued to stare at him, waiting for him to burst into laughter after mocking me. I waited for him to tease me about how easy it was to scare me like that, but he didn't. The confusion still remained, and it intensified wit
"Where is your mother?" I heard her ask. "I'm right…I'm right here." I replied, trying to sound strong. She turned to look at Savanna, who nodded and took her hand off her shoulder. Queen Claire turned to look at me with the usual displeasure etched across her face. "We need to talk." Of course,
FEW HOURS LATER SOPHIA As we drove back to the Palace, I stayed silent. David, Daniel, and Darwin continued to go back and forth with endless theories concerning what had happened at the hospital, but I knew my boys, and I also knew that they were too smart. We all knew what had happened, what wa
ASHER Fucked up. That's the one and only word I had for everything I had been told in the past…what? Seventy two to one hundred and twenty hours? Once again, I kept my gaze on the window and allowed my thoughts to wander off. It was the only thing that kept me busy these days. The nights I fou
ASHER The door pushed open a few seconds after nurse Karren stepped outside. I raised my head to find a smiling Dr. Brian at the foot of my door. Great. Just great. He shut the door close after giving the nurse a curt nod, and returned his attention to me. If I didn't know better, I would have
When I was done speaking, doctor Brian heaved a loud sigh and returned to his chair. "You say you do not know who the woman in the dream is." "I am certain. I have never seen her face in the dream because she technically has no face. It's like bare skin." "But you see the color of her hair?"
A FEW DAYS LATER SOPHIA "Mummy, do we really have everything packed up? I really feel like I'm forgetting something." Daniel tugged at my right arm as he questioned both himself and me. I looked away from the boxes stacked at the front of the door and turned to look at him, while fighting hard to
"You're not angry, mummy?" He asked, sniffing in tears. I cupped his cheeks and stared into his eyes. "No baby, why would I be?" "Cause I dont…cause I don't have big plans yet?" I smiled. "Come on, baby. You're only eight years old. You do not have to have your entire life figured out now. It's