"Do you ever wish you had met your mother?" Megan asked Logan in a soft voice as she gently hugged him around the shoulders.

He didn't answer her at first, only raising his hand to gently touch her forearm before taking a steady breath.

"I had a dream when I was younger of a woman with flowing red hair gently holding me close. I held three lilies in my hand and she whispered her thanks in my ear."

His grip on her forearm tightened as his form started to shake, "I always knew that she was my mother and I wish that my dream could have happened."

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