Ella hugged her knees to her chest as she recalled the voice still ringing in the back of her mind.
“Let Mommy make it all better.”
It was soft, gentle, and a little unnerving.
Ella had awoken to a chill creep down her back she was sure had nothing to do with the weather. Now she sat up, with her back against the headboard, watching the sun begin to slowly trickle in as she listened to the caws of the crows perched in the trees. She found their calls calming. It was a reminder of her freedom. She had forgotten what it was like to listen to the early morning birds, or perhaps she had never taken the time to appreciate it before now.