Scarlet's POVI was standing in a garden.Sunlight filtered through tree branches overhead, dappling the grass with patterns of gold and shadow. The air smelled like flowers I couldn't name, sweet and clean in a way that felt impossible.Everything was beautiful. Too beautiful. Like a painting someone had spent years perfecting.I looked down at my hands. They were steady. Whole. No IV lines. No bruises.I was wearing a white dress that moved slightly in a breeze I couldn't feel."Mommy, look!"I turned.A child was running toward me through the flowers. Small. Maybe three or four years old. Dark hair catching the sunlight.But it wasn't Jace.The features were different. Softer. The eyes a different shade."Mommy, I picked these for you!" The child held up a handful of wildflowers, stems crushed in a small fist.I knelt down automatically and took them even though I didn't understand what was happening."They're beautiful," I heard myself say.The child beamed at me with a smile that
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