[Denali’s POV]
“Denali.”
The warm voice that I haven’t heard in years mixes with a warm, gentle touch on my cheek. Was this a dream? It had to be because she had been dead for years.
“Denali, sweetheart.”
My heart squeezes with longing as I slowly open my eyes and find that she is hovering over me. Her golden eyes, which I haven’t seen in years, still sparkle with the same light they held before she left me.
“Mom?” I whisper.
A smile begins to spread across her beautiful features as she runs her hand along my cheek.
“Yeah,” she responds gently. “You’ve grown so much, my love.”
Of course I have. She was gone for thirteen years. I was no longer the child she left behind with an abusive father. I am a woman now.
“How?” I ask, beginning to take in the area around us.
I’m in my room b
