I opened my eyes and found myself in my childhood home, the sun bathed the whole room, giving it a warmth that had been lost long ago. I took a deep breath, and a familiar smell filled my nostrils.
"Tridi! Food is ready," My mom called from the kitchen.
For a moment, my whole body froze. I hadn't heard that voice in ages. My spirit may have a similar one, but she was not my mom. She didn't have a nickname for me, her voice didn't carry the same care my mom's did.
Am I dreaming? I must be, there is no way my mother is alive, and her spirit...
My father trapped her spirit.
"Astrid, are you there?" She called again.
Tears filled my eyes, and my hands trembled at my sides. The floorboards creaked beneath my feet as I took a hesitant step forward, then another, drawn toward that voic
