GINA’S POV

The woman who knelt in front of me was my mother. After feeling like I had lost her, I was happy to find her again. Her beauty was accentuated by a radiant white light as she gently cradled her pregnant stomach.

Determination coursed through me as I reached out to touch her with outstretched hands. To my surprise, I was able to place my hand on her shoulders.

But something wasn't right.

Touching her should have given a sense of solace but what I got was the opposite. Her touch ...