Velicia’s legs buckled.
She dropped to her knees with a thud that echoed through the dream.
“No… no, no, no…” she whispered, clutching her chest as if trying to rip the panic from her heart. “This can’t be real.”
Her breath came in short, choking gasps. The lab blurred through her tears, but Diane’s face stayed sharp. Unshaken. Unbothered.
Velicia crawled backward on the cold floor, dragging herself away from the sight, her hands trembling violently.
The woman before her, the one who had tormented her with her creations, chased after her, hurt her, was not just a stranger; she was Diane, her own mother.
The very person she had mourned, thinking she was lost forever.
How was she even alive?!
“You’re dead. You’re supposed to be dead!” she cried out, violently shaking her head. “I saw
