Jenine's POV

“Mum?” I called softly as my eyes opened, the pitch blackness hitting me in the face as I stared up the ceiling.

It was all a dream. I sat up as the tears welled up in my eyes. My blurry eyes adjusted, looking around the faintly lit room.

I had seen my mum in my dream, wearing her favourite dress—the pink and white flower patterned dress she loved to wear to the park—a bright light haloing her as her laughter echoed, filling me with nostalgia.

Her lips moved as she ...