Just as darkness closed in, a soft glow emanated from my chest—where the Gray family heirloom, a ring, hung.
The warmth of the glow slowly pushed back the cold, freeing me from the eerie sensation that had overwhelmed me.
Then, flashes of visions filled my mind.
In the first vision, I saw the moment of my birth. My parents, Veronica and Duncan, cradled me gently. Their faces beamed with happiness, their eyes full of love. I could even feel their joy and hope for a new life.
The second vision showed memories from when my adoptive father took me in. After my parents' funeral, he held me tightly and brought me home, caring for me with tender devotion.
I reflected silently, 'These must be key moments in my life.'
Yet the third vision caught me by surprise. I had expected it to be my wedd
