Eloise stood frozen at the door, wondering if her fever had gotten so terrible she was starting to hallucinate.
“What’s going on with me? my mother’s dead.” Avery reminded herself in a low, soft tone before trying to shut her door but the cool, resonating voice of her mother made her pause in her action.
“Avery, my dear.” That voice, even though it’s been a few years since she’s heard it, how could she ever forget?
The same voice that assured her she was okay and was going to be fine every time she tried to defend her against her cheating father.
“Mom?” Avery’s brows squinted as reality slapped her in the face.
The same woman whose car had crashed a few years ago and whose body was crushed beyond recognition was standing in front of her.
While wrinkle lines had made their way into h
