Jagger POV
I feel warm like when you lie on the grass on a warm summer's day. My eyes flutter open, and I expect to see Angel in my arms, but I'm alone. I'm alone, but I'm not in our new room. I stand up and look around at a place that I've visited a hundred times since my mother died. A small waterfall that was just outside the collective. When Octavius's abuse was particularly bad, I would come here and talk to my mother. I felt like, even though I couldn't see her, she was here with me.
I know I'm dreaming, but I'm glad to be here even if only in my mind. I take a seat on the bank of the small pool that's fed by the waterfall. I dip my feet into the water and just enjoy the peace that surrounds me After a few minutes, I close my eyes and take a deep breath. "I found her mom. I found
