Helen POV
My grandmother’s face is beautifully cascaded in a gold shine. She is an angel, literally and physically, but she looks like one right now, floating inches from my face.
I reached out, wanting to take her hand, but it moved right through the illusion. My heart sank knowing I couldn’t reach her, not even in my dreams.
Everything turned quickly, sending me to the floor of my parent’s kitchen scrubbing the floors and working on my blistered knees. I could see how small I looked then, how pathetically easy of a target I was to my relatives, but it still hurt, nonetheless.
“You are cruel!” my nana’s voice carried through our home. “You don’t see it yet, but I do! I see how you treat my granddaughter! She will make you rue your behavior one day.”
“The maid child? Please, Gertrude,
