Elena's p.o.v

"Elena" a voice whispers pulling me from my dreamworld. I recognize this voice to be Oliver's voice.

Still wearing my pajamas, I exit my dark cold house. A deeply disturbed Oliver sits on the front

porch. He observes the stars as if they hold the key to his future. "Ollie, how can I help you?" I ask

my nephew. "Even now, you remind me of my mother" he reveals.