Nova/Elara;

I clutch onto my skirt as I struggle to watch the tears of my mother flowing down her cheeks. I want to scream out the words; your precious Nova is here with you, Mum!… But I can’t

I want to spread my arms wide open in the air and give Mother a good hug. I want to hold her tightly and not let go of her for hours. I’ve missed my Mother. My best friend. My everything. I know how hurt she is right now, and I wish I could just tell her that I'm right in front of her.

My memory can’t recall what actually happened on the...