Rebecca was on the roof.
It wasn't easy getting up there without dodging a thousand nagging and a million unnecessary questions. But she managed. Guess it was her time spent with Asher and her Masked Crusader. Her sneaking tactics were getting better.
She was sitting at the farthest corner, her butt barely supporting her body weight on the ledge, her feet dangling in the air and feeling the sun tantalising her skin.
It was very difficult to wrap her head around the fact that it was really her own mother whom she had met in that haze and not a fragment of her imagination.
The same touch, the same voice and it was too vivid to have just been a vision.
" Rebecca? How has life been treating you my love? " She remembered her mother asking her as her body rested on the softest matress.
