THIRD-PERSON POV
Denise was lying in her room in the middle of the night, tossing and turning in bed, unable to find comfort in sleep.
Memories of her mother filled her head, and she yearned for the reassuring hug she was no longer able to experience. She could still feel the pain in her chest, a constant reminder of the distance that was now between them, and how she couldn’t even visit her mother, despite how much she wanted to.
The image of her mother's face, the warmth of her smile, the soft touch of her hand, lingered in her mind as she tossed and turned in bed.
She wished her mother could be by her side because she missed her so much, and she could not stand to think about how her mother must be feeling about her absence.
Finally, unable to calm her restlessness, Denise made the
