ALLISON.
I dreamed about my brother again.
Only this time, it was not the usual nightmare, the one that always ended with him being taken away.
Instead, the scene unfolded differently. For the first time after a decade of trying to bury that memory, I dreamed about my mother’s death again.
It was vivid memory, as if it just happened to me yesterday. We were at the lake by the woods. My favorite place. It was the place where my mother always found her peace. She would always bring us here, sometimes to unwind or maybe to have a nice picnic.
That particular day was like any other day we’ve spent beside that lake. My mom brought a basket of sandwich while my brother and me bathed in the lake. Coincidentally, my dad wasn’t there because he was in an important meeting with the Alpha. But i
