"Run, Maeve! Run ! Maeve! "
The young woman was running, her hair was long, covering her face as she ran, she keep pushing the hair off her face. Holding the little girl hands.
She stopped and stoop, holding the little girl by the shoulders. Staring at her blue eyes.
“You’ve to run, Don’t let them get you. Baby. I promise to come get you. I’ll come look for you baby. Momma is gonna come for you. Just promise me one thing, you stay alive.” She kissed her little hands and hugged her.
“I love you.” She kissed her forehead.
“Run, run, Maeve run!”
She jerk up from the bed, panting heavily. It felt so real, who could have been that woman calling her, what happened to the woman, the person calling her. Why, what's was even going on.
Momma. What does that mean?
She exhaled, standing u
