CHAPTER 40
MAEMom.
My mother stood in front of me. Alive. Laughing. f*****g thriving.
She smiled softly at me with glowing silver eyes, the mark on her chest mirroring mine, except hers burned a bit brighter. I looked between all three of the individuals, nostrils flaring when I laid eyes upon who I thought was Mom’s killer. Both he and my mother looked timeless and exactly like they had in Dad’s picture.
Unable to even process this, I closed my eyes, shook my head, and turned on my heel. This was probably just another one of my nightmares. Any minute now, I’d wake up on Valerio’s couch and wished that I had f*****g died in my sleep.
“Mae, where are you going?” Mom called, her voice too soothing to be real.
“Back to bed because this is either another one of my nightmares, where this
