Mom smiled and sauntered closer to me; the end of her shoulder-strapped gown dragged behind her. The soft blue color and designs of flowers that appeared to be blooming complimented her surrounding.
I swallowed several times, trying to cure my burning throat. "I don't think I want to see my mother right now."
A sweet laugh washed over me. "That's the difference between you and me, Kyleon. You think, I know."
I squeezed my eyes shut at the voice I longed to hear for centuries. I reopened them to mom's smile.
I had forgotten how good the Chefs were. No doubt they read my thoughts from the minute we entered the Realm. The woman in front of me wasn't my mom but Wind, the Chef of air.
None of the chefs had a form. Therefore, they took on the form of anyone they thought I wanted to see.
This time, I wanted my mom. Even though I knew the woman wasn't my mom, the guilt of what happened centuries ago burdened my heart.
