A shrill cry pierces my dreams. "Mommy, I'm hungry!"
My eyes fly open. A little girl stands at the edge of the bed, her blonde curls a tangled mess around her angelic face. She can't be more than four years old.
"Mommy, wake up! I want breakfast!"
Mommy? I stare at her, heart hammering. She looks so familiar, with my nose and chin. But those bright blue eyes...Axel's eyes.
No. It can't be. I don't have a daughter. Do I?
My mind reels, grasping for an explanation. But there are only hazy fragments where my memories should be.
Okay, So the last thing I remember is Axel pushing me off the cliff.
The girl tugs impatiently on my arm. "Come on, Mommy!"
I let her pull me from the bed, my legs unsteady beneath me. She leads me downstairs, a whirl of boundless energy. I follow in a daze, he
