ESTELLE

“Hey, honey.”

I hummed to Mom’s soothing voice and the fresh scent of flowers. The room smelled of roses. 

When I was younger, I got a stomach bug and was absent from classes for the whole day. Mom was a worrier when I was a kid, and I heard this tone before until I remembered talking to Kye. The last thing I knew, I was so dizzy.

“Mom?” I quickly opened my eyes. The first thing I saw was the ceiling in the bedroom. 

“Hey. Easy there, honey.”

“What happened?” I dragged myself to lean against the headboard and took the glass she offered. 

“You collapsed.” The worry in...