OLIVIA’S POV
Darkness.
I was running barefoot through the forest, branches clawing at my arms, thorns scraping against my ankles, but I didn’t stop. I couldn’t.
Somewhere ahead, a child was crying—shrill, panicked wails that echoed through the trees and pierced straight into my soul. My legs burned with exhaustion, but I pushed harder, desperate to reach that sound.
Through the thick fog and underbrush, I finally saw them—a shadowy figure disappearing between the trees, a tiny bundle cradled in their arms.
My child.
I don’t know how I knew, but I knew—that baby was mine. That cry, it tore me apart.
“Stop!” I screamed, my voice cracking as I stumbled after them. “Give me my baby!”
The figure moved faster, slipping between trees like a phantom. I chased blindly, tea
