.........
Zane
.........
My heart was in my throat as I watched the surreal scene before me. "Mom," Arlo whispered again, the word laced with disbelief, as he took small, hesitant steps toward his mother, who stood there, looking lost and confused, as if she didn't recognize her own son. Questions surged in my mind, crashing like waves against the walls of my consciousness. How could this be possible? Was it some sort of illusion?
Mrs. Dean got to her feet, her gaze fixed on Arlo as he closed the distance between them, and my heart pounded in my chest, tears welling up in my eyes. I couldn't believe what I was witnessing—the impossible becoming reality before our very eyes. The intensity of the emotions in the room was palpable, and it was as if time had stood still—the joy of finding
