After what happened last time at Crimson Gardens—the chaos, the blood, the terror—she’d been restless ever since.
She worried the whole ordeal might leave Adrian with some lasting trauma. That’s why she’d come by today, just to check on him. Seeing him now, laughing and playing as if nothing had happened, put her mind at ease.
That’s good, she thought. That’s a relief.
She glanced at Adrian one last time, her lashes fluttering softly, then turned and walked away.
...
Inside the classroom.
Adrian was bouncing along, hand-in-hand with Giselle, when his gaze drifted toward the back windows. Suddenly, he stopped in his tracks, his eyes wide.
A strange, fluttering sensation gripped him. Without thinking, he let go of Giselle’s hand and raced out the back door.
The hallway was empty and echoing.
He ran a few steps, glancing around with lost, anxious eyes, and called out unconsciously, “Mom…?”
Giselle hurried after him, catching him just as he was about to dash down the stairs. She scooped him up, concern etched across her face.
“Adrian, what’s wrong?”
His eyes were red. “I thought I saw Mom…”
Giselle froze, quickly scanning the hallway. But aside from the two of them, there was no one else around.
“You must’ve imagined it,” she said gently. “Remember? She can’t come here.”
Tears welled up and spilled over Adrian’s cheeks. He tried to speak, but his words were swallowed by sobs, and he buried his face in Giselle’s shoulder, crying quietly.
He missed his mother.
He hadn’t been sleeping well at the old house these past few nights. The nightmares kept coming—always the same: Mom sitting on a bloodstained bed, silently crying as she stared at him, so heartbreakingly sad.
He was sad too.
He’d asked Grandpa about her, and Grandpa just told him Mom had to go away for a while, that she was far from home.
But he missed her so much...
Giselle stroked his back, whispering comfort. “I’m here, Adrian. I’ll play with you, okay? Isn’t that fun?”
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