Mia's POV
I cling to my mother. I can feel that our time is coming to an end.
"Don't leave," I say.
"I have to. You have to continue to be strong," My mother calms me.
"I don't understand. I don't know what I am supposed to do with this information," I say.
"You will in due time. Just trust yourself and trust Thomas," My mother says. Her voice is now just a faint whisper, and she begins to feel as if she is dissolving within my hands.
Before I can respond, my eyes flutter open, and I see that I am lying in a bed. I can not help but feel the grief consume me as I think about my mother.
I stare at the ceiling for what seems like an eternity thinking about what I saw. But was it real or just a figment of my imagination? When I think back to the meadow and my mother,
