It needs renaming, possibly, but I don’t know what is suitable at the moment. I finshed it on Mother’s Day. The protagonist is a mother who lost her five year old son to a kidnapper, but who now appears to her in ghost form to send her on a mission to save children. She keeps hoping he’ll send her to his body or to his killer, but that isn’t Anthony’s mission.
This one holds some speical meaning for me. While the situation thankfully resembles nothing in my life aside from motherhood, it has granted me freedom from the nightmares I’ve been having. They are pregnancy induced, I remember this kind of vivid dream from my last pregnancy. Though, last time they were about something happening to my cats, and this time, they are always about something happening to my daughter and husband. Writing the story has tied my brain up with Anthony and his mom, and spared me the nightmares of my daughter’s disasters. As for my husband, I think his place in the dreams were only because he would have protected our daughter, had he been able.
Amazing what writing can do!