Lowering my eyes, I swallowed, a feeling of helpless surrender washing over me as I sat on my bed. Maria’s weight settled beside me, grounding me in the moment, as I leaned back on my elbows.
Sighing heavily, I said, “I met my mother in the Astral Plane, and we spoke about the night she died. She helped me understand why you didn’t have a memory of your past life. You didn’t want to remember the pain or the fear my father created in you. You wanted to be stronger, smarter, and faster to fight against the darkness that cut your life so short.”
Maria snorted. “Mom always told me I was born stubborn and saucy.”
“She wasn’t wrong,” I laughed, shaking my head.
A brief silence settled between us before I added, “As for you dating while I was comatose, so long as nothing more than a few outin
