Rowena was smiling towards me; a sweet, unfeigned motherly smile that I could easily fall for if I was not on my right mind.

            I blinked, hoping that I was just imagining things, that I never found this gallery hall and never heard Rowena’s voice under the bright light of day.

            Yet she was there, still grinning as if it’s the only expression she knew. If a smile could kill, I have already dropped dead seconds ago due to my eyes not peeling away from the image of her smiling a few moments later.

            “Rowena…” I breathed, touching the frame, the names engraved on it. Rowena Cruz and Alpha Bryant....