Viona POV

I must be dead. That's the only explanation for why I'm lying in the cloud wrapped in the warmest blanket I've ever had. Is this heaven? If it is, please let me stay here. My eyes flew open when the blanket started moving. I get ready to scream until I see my father's blue eyes looking at me. A sense of relief washed over me, Everything from early this morning can rushing back. I glanced towards the window and saw its daylight. I slept so well, I can't remember the last time that ...