Olivia's POV:
The soft morning light filtered through my window, caressing the edges of my room like a hesitant visitor. I opened my eyes, torn between sleep and the pull of a memory—no, a dream. My mother, Catherine. Her smile was as radiant as the sun as she cupped my face, her voice soft but certain.
"If you decide to do something, Olivia, you mustn't delay," she said. "Promise me."
The familiarity in her tone, her warm hands brushing against my cheeks, made my chest ache. It had been so long since I'd seen her, even in dreams. She smelled of lemon balm and wild lavender, the scent blending with the refrains of her soothing voice. I wanted to hold on to her, but even in the dream, she had drifted away like mist.
Everyone will eventually lose their mother, but losing a mother at 6 ye
