Nora's POV

Few Years Ago

"Come on, Nora. Nancy. Nash." Mum shouted as she walked out of the house.

I giggled, rushing out to meet her and dragging a reluctant three-year-old Nash out with me. "Let's go, boy." I said, impatience gripping my vocal cords.

"I don't want to go." He cried, struggling to break free.

I rolled my eyes, tired of forcing him to leave the house anytime we had somewhere to be. I thought all kids his age would be willing to jump and roll around in nature. Why would he be ...