Amelia's POV
This moment was something that was an actual dream come true... but it didn't feel like that.
I had always wanted to see my mother again, to get a chance to be close to her, to hug her, to talk with her, but everything in my body screamed that this moment was not a good dream, but a nightmare.
At the back of my mind I was cursing myself for not recognizing her scent before...
How could I ever forgoten my own mother's scent?
Well, I haven't forgotten it per say. I knew that it was familiar, but I could not put a name to the scent. My brain just couldn't process it, to even consider this as a possibility.
I never treacly believed that I would meet my mother again.
She actually looked the same more or less.
George's red waves were covering her shoulders as she stood ther
