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Amity was standing in front of a cabin. Fifteen years.
Children’s laughter filled the air. Amity looked around in confusion. Two small hands grabbed hers.
“Mom! Mom! Come play with us!” The girl smiled up at her and again Amity felt that voice in her head: Sofia.
“Mommy, please!” Sofia batted her eyelashes and - gosh, wow, this was a cute little girl. Amity felt an overwhelming sense of adoration for this tiny angel, so much so that she’d almost forgotten that this child was calling her ‘mom.’ Almost.
Nayeli - how did she know these children’s names again? - came running up behind Sofía. “Mom, are you coming or not?”
“Mom?” Amity was about to ask, when a figure came running from the cabin. She was tall and lanky and spunky and - Luz? Dear god, it did look like Luz.
Luz was running towards her, Sofía, and Nayeli. Also, this Luz was fairly tall - much taller than usual. Her hair was longer, too, reaching her shoulders. She looked more mature. A good few years more mature. Fifteen. No, Luz was definitly older than fifteen.
“Mi hijas, why are you bothering Amity?” Luz swooped down to pick up Sofía. Wait, what had she called the kids? Mi hijas? Amity swore she must have heard her wrong. Either that or she’d misremembered Luz’s Spanish lessons.
Luz smiled up at Amity. Amity wanted to faint. Sofía pointed enthusiastically at Amity. “But mamá, we wanted her to play with us!”
“Mom’s busy, mi pequeña.” Luz nussled Sofía, who squeaked and started to laugh. Amity watched the scene with growing realization.
“We’re married…” Amity said it, but no one reacted. “These are our children. Luz, we’re married!?”
Luz looked up, confused. “Amor, why are you so quiet?”
Hearing Luz call her amor might have killed Amity had she not been determined to figure this out. “I-I’m not! We’re married!? What’s going on!?” Fifteen years, Amity Blight. In fifteen years.
Amity woke up in a cold sweat.