Chapter 39 A Ghost From the Past

The dream returned like it always did when her heart was torn open.

Liana stood in the fluorescent-lit corridor of a hospital, small and shivering, the walls smeared with soot. Her hands were bandaged. Her mother was somewhere behind a curtain, coughing through an oxygen mask. The air still smelled like smoke.

And he was there-the boy. Stormy eyes,