Ava's POV
Darkness wrapped around me like a suffocating blanket. I felt weightless, lost in its cold emptiness, until a bright image suddenly appeared, swallowing the darkness. And then suddenly, I found myself in a familiar room. My mother’s room.
This memory or whatever it is, was the night of my mother’s death.
Rain pounded against the roof, and the cold seeped into my bones as I stood frozen in place, watching the scene replay in a strange corner of my mind. The room reeked of something I couldn’t identify until my eyes landed on the red stain on her dress. My mother lay on the bed, her breaths loud and short, as if she were trying to muffle her pain. Her trembling hands clutched her stomach, her face pale and contorted in agony, yet she refused to move or do anything.
A night befo
