LUCAS
The dream unfurled around me, I wandered through a landscape that felt both familiar and strange, a sense of unease prickling at the edges of my consciousness.
As I turned a corner, I saw her—a figure cloaked in shadows, her presence commanding and enigmatic. It was my mother—or at least, who I had believed to be my mother. But as the pieces fell into place, a sickening realization dawned on me.
"You..." My voice wavered, disbelief coursing through me. "You're Selena?"
The figure turned to face me, a sinister smile playing at her lips. "Very perceptive, Lucas. It's amazing what the mind can conjure, isn't it?"
My heart pounded in my chest, the implications of this revelation sinking in. My mother, the one person I had believed to be a beacon of love and guidance, was none other
