Hannah's POV
I'm feeling numb, fully aware yet strangely detached. I'd pretended to be asleep at the rendezvous, but then something peculiar seized control of my senses, dragging me into a trance, ensnaring me in its captivating adventure.
And then, there she is—my mother, Megan. Tears glisten in her eyes as she stands before me, arms open wide. The atmosphere is serene, the warmth enveloping us, surrounded by mountains in a garden stretching into the pink hues of a sunset. The fragrance of countless flowers fills my senses. But amidst all this beauty, it's her—my mother—with her snow-white hair and strikingly sad eyes. She wears her favorite blue robe, the one Dad got her for her birthday. Dad, Arnold, naturally, my true family.
"Oh, my child... What have I done?" She embraces me tight
