“Mommy! Mommy, wake up!”
Raena sat up in bed just as Lydia landed on her feet while Elora was jumping up and down excitedly, eyes wide with impatience. It took Raena a few seconds to remember why she was there and why her daughters were jumping on her head.
After the conversation with Favena, she had spent most of the night repeating the woman’s words in her head before passing out. She couldn’t help but wonder how much of that was true and how much—a fantasy created by her need to explain the unexplainable. But if there was no truth in that fable and her beliefs, how could she recognize what happened to Raena? What if what she said was true and both Lydia and Raena were stuck? She had just assumed that the body she had woken up in was empty and the real Raena’s soul had already passed
