Willow POV
My alarm beeped, pulling me out of a fantasy world where I'd been holding my baby boy. A tear slipped onto the pillow before I squeezed my eyes shut and forced myself to get up.
These dreams used to plague me nightly, but it had been months since the last one, and I thought I was past them. I'd made a place for myself here in Maple Glen, a place where I was friends with the people in the community and felt safe. But these dreams—even the happy ones where I was able to hold the child that I'd lost—stripped away that feeling of security.
I went through my morning routine. The apartment that Mr. Spence rented to me was tiny, but it was home. Over the past year, I'd added small touches—a pretty blue curtain on the window, a thrifted quilt on the sofa, a colorful ceramic bowl on
