Carmine
I stood frozen as I swallowed the lump in my throat, not knowing if I should be a king and treat her like an intruder or trust that she was still the same Ma’am Lia I knew.
“Ma’am Lia?” I called softly, making her turn her gaze slowly towards me.
“Hey there, son,” she replied, her lips curled up with a smile.
Son? Am I dreaming? I wondered, staring at her, still in shock. My lips suddenly became heavy as I couldn't find the right words to use.
“Who are you?” I blurted out sternly, my voice firm and strong.
“You can see me?” she asked with furrowed brows.
Her words struck me so hard that I began to think maybe I was dreaming. I opened the door as I stared down the hallway, pinched myself before moving my gaze back to her, just to be sure I wasn't dreaming.
Am I going mad? Is
