CHAPTER 52: Tears of love

MILES:

Tossing and turning, I felt cold, soft sheets under me—cotton of some sort. The atmosphere was filled with the aroma of something cooked with coconut, maybe rice. I sniffed and inhaled, trying to take in every line of smell. A baby began to fuss, crying, but I had no babies. Maybe I was imagining things. I laughed at myself. The cry became louder, turning into two babies.

I scrambled out of bed, despising the distasteful noise. My attention fell on my outfit, and my coordination fell into confusion. I rushed to find a full-length mirror. I was in some awful red pajamas, a black polo, and some metal stuff on my finger that felt cold. Fear gripped me as I fought the acceptance of that familiar coldness—a golden wedding band sat pretty on my fingers.

The kids continued to cry, making me spin around to try to get to them. A familiar voice called out to me. “Baby, please, find out what's wrong with the kids.”

“Meredith?” I asked, bewildered.

She appeared with a hand towel, dryin