---Scarlett POV---
“It’s just that both your souls left your body,” she said with a voice that could have been crafted solely for comforting the dying.
I gulped, unsure of how to respond. Bodies need souls—and souls don’t typically just exit stage left unless the body’s dead.
“I-I still… d-don’t un-underst-stand,” I stammered.
“I needed to speak with you, child. So I called out to your soul. I created it—so it is bound to me as much as it is to you and your body.”
“This makes just as much sense to me as the first time you spoke to my soul,” I muttered, still not getting a straight answer about whether or not I was, in fact, dead.
“You are not dead, child. You're only here for a visit, so that we may talk. Then you’ll return,” Mother replied, her voice now tinged with the slightest tr
