Ivy POV

I was standing on a long path surrounded by mist. The air was cold, and everything was quiet. I took one step forward, but then I stopped. I heard something faint ahead—a child crying. My chest tightened. The sound came again, soft but desperate, and it sounded like Rick.

“Rick?” I called out, my voice shaking. There was answer.

I ran toward the sound, but the mist grew thicker until I couldn’t see anything. The crying got louder, and then I saw a small figure in the ...