I woke up sweating profusely on the soft woolly bed on which I slept in Andrea's mansion. It was the same nightmare I always had, my mother driving a knife through her stomach. It was the same scene that has traumatized me for many years, one which I am not sure I would every overcome. I haven't told anyone, not even Amen what truly transpired that day. I knew she would accept me whatever broken form I presented.
Strangely, being with Amen had eradicated the nightmares for a while now. Infact, I do not think I've had any since I met her in Haires. I guessed that was Mama's way of telling me she approved of her, a daughter in-law she never got to meet. Still lying on the bed, I ran my mind through the life that will never be: my mother kissing my forehead before she extends her arm to Ame
