Harley - POV - {Larissa}
I see myself floating in the air in a beautiful forest. Below me, I see a woman sitting near a pond. Taking a closer glance, this woman looks familiar. My legs touched the ground as if they could read my mind and know that I wanted to look closely at this woman's face.
My footstep alerted the woman, and she turned. I gasped; it was Larissa. "You came early, Harley! I suppose someone triggered the trauma," she whispered with a smile. I looked at her, stunned, wondering what she meant by those words.
"Let us discuss this over a cup of tea," she said, and I followed her to the woods. The closer we got to the house, I blurted out, "This is Ren's wooden home." Larissa turned over a shoulder with a smile. "I thought a familiar place would make it comfortable to speak,
