Ayla’s POV
“Hello daughter.”
It was a voice I hadn’t heard in a long time. I lunged forward, arms outstretched to anchor myself to her, but my fingers met only cold mist. Her image rippled and dissolved like smoke caught in the breeze.
“I’m not here, my love. It’s only my spirit,” she whispered, her smile bittersweet.
“Why—how?” I choked out, the words tangling with a sob. “You’re dead. I saw you.. “
“Yes, but you keep calling for me, I can’t pass on, not when you’re in danger and know nothing about yourself or your blood.” She said, moving closer without her feet.
“I didn’t tell you a lot of things Ayla, l’m so sorry.”
I tried to speak but whenever I part my lips, they tremble and only tears roll down.
For someone who prided herself on keeping emotions in check, I had become a
