Hardin's POV
"Dad. Please, stay. I can't do this," little me pleaded, reaching desperately for his hand as I watched him stretch his own hand toward a shining light, a soft smile tucked at the corner of his lips.
"Hardin, look at you—such a grown man now," he said, still smiling at me, his hand waving, that same smile spreading even deeper across his face.
"Dad," I called out desperately, chasing after him, right before I finally jolted awake from the dream, heaving a sigh as my eyes landed on someone who looked exactly like Vivian Summers.
At first, I thought it was just another one of my hallucinations, but to my utter shock, I realized she was actually there—not just in my room, somewhere I'd never let any woman set foot besides Tessa, but also holding a ring my mother had placed on
