Angel’s POV

I walked through the field of lavender, the scent wafting around me, wearing a sleeveless royal-blue midi dress. The sky above was dark and cloudy, the wind whipping at my exposed skin. I looked around, but Mom was nowhere in sight this time. I wondered if she would pop up like a jump-scare again.

“Mom, where are you?” I called out, hoping for a response. Closing my eyes, I tried hard to remember the woman I last dreamed of. “Mom, I need to know where you are ...