Was she dreaming again? Ever since she had gotten rid of her child weeks ago, she had been haunted by dreams filled with children. The voice that was knocking on her door and shouting for her to open it sounded innocent and young like a small child. Whose child was it?

Jane sat up abruptly and grabbed a robe from her closet hurriedly before running over to open the door. She wanted to know who the child was. For a moment, she was even wondering if she was still dreaming.

Upon opening the door, she saw a small figure dressed in a fiery red dress, who was looking up at her with a grin. "You look so pretty, auntie, just like my Mommy. My Mommy is probably slightly prettier, by a little bit, a little bit only."

The small child batted her eyelashes cheerfully at Jane. Hidden within her eyes was the appreciation of the adult woman before her eyes, but not outshining the child's unconcealable protectiveness towards her own mother, which triggered overwhelming emotions in Jane's heart once aga