Anna woke up to soft music playing in the background. Her skin felt fresh and not as sticky and sweaty as it was before she passed out. She still remembered the mysterious knock, the bloody photos, and nothing after that. How did she get into bed? Why did she have fresh clothes on? What happened? How long had she been out for?
The bed dipped beside her, and she turned her face to check out the intruder, but her eyes widened instead. Liam sat beside her, his hand holding an old photo of an enchanting young woman squatting in a field of flowers, her arms wrapped around a little girl. The little girl leaned against the woman’s chest, her tiny hands reaching out to her face. Those two were so adorable.
“Mom?” Anna blurted out before she could stop herself, her brows furrowing in confusion. “
