CATHERINE’S POV
"Mom?" I whispered in disbelief.
I blinked, hoping that what I was seeing wasn’t some kind of trick of my mind. But when my eyes cleared, there she was—standing before me as if no time had passed at all.
My mother.
Was it really her?
She was dressed in a stunning gold gown that sparkled in the soft light of the room. Her long hair fell over her shoulders in perfect waves. She looked even more beautiful than I remembered. The woman before me was ethereal but it was her.
I felt as if the world had stopped spinning. My heart pounded violently against my ribs. It was all too much for me to process.
I had buried her. I had mourned her loss, visited her grave, and spent months grieving a woman I thought I’d never see again. And now—she was standing here, in front of me, as
