Elise's POV

And then I saw her.

My mother, the woman I thought was dead. The woman I had mourned for years. I could still remember her.

That one person that I always knew. She looked frail, sitting at the extreme end of the dark dungeon. Timid, scared and cracked. Wasn't she dead? That was what my father told everyone.

Nothing was making sense.

I thought she was dead, at least that's what father told me. Her body was never recovered from the accident, years ago. That my mother was ...