Love Beyond the Mask novel Chapter 1024

Keegan clutched his chest, a frown creasing his forehead. "It's the strangest thing, Whitney. I've dreamt about your grandfather these past two nights, but your mom... she's nowhere to be seen in them. They were buried together, even though there wasn't much left after that terrible car crash. No ashes to speak of...

In the dream, your granddad seemed worried, kept asking where your mom was. It freaked me out so much last night; I couldn't get back to sleep.

You said they passed away together, so why would he be asking about her?

Dreams shouldn't be taken as reality, I know, but it's unsettling. Makes me want to visit their graves, maybe leave some flowers."

Whitney's brow furrowed in thought. Uncle Keegan's life had been so peaceful lately; why these troubling dreams now?

She too found it odd. She'd dreamed of her granddad a few times but never her mom, despite them dying together.

Without Uncle Keegan mentioning it, Whitney wouldn't even realize he also couldn't dream of her mom.

It wasn't like them to believe in the supernatural, yet Whitney couldn't help but wonder. Her mom had been a beauty, cooler and more poised than she could ever hope to be, a sharp and capable woman who helped manage the family business...

She never understood why her mom chose to live with Preston Valentine, of all people.

Only later did she find out it was her granddad's idea, a ruse to evade the Bartels family from Emperor City.

She had vague memories from their time in Banyan City. Her mom, despite being admired by many, remained melancholic, her heart shattered from being separated from dad, Hudson Sheldon.

If only she hadn't been sent abroad forcefully by Preston's machinations.

She would have seen her mom and granddad one last time, would have known how they died.

Even after Uncle Keegan returned and confronted the Valentines, the details of the crash remained blurred.

Their graves in Banyan City held no remains, just a place for Whitney and her uncle to mourn.

Whitney's gaze softened, trying to comfort her uncle. "Maybe you're just missing them, plus you've not been well. It's normal to dream about things on your mind. Let's plan a visit back."

But Keegan shook his head, asking, "Haven't you dreamt of them recently?"

"I rarely dream, Uncle. But when I do see Granddad, Mom's never there. It's strange."

"Exactly!" Keegan's voice grew fervent, his belief in the supernatural creeping in. "Your granddad must be watching over your mom, but why can't we dream of her? Dad even asked where his daughter was, as if she might still be alive. He looked so hopeful, like he wanted me to find her!"

The more Uncle Keegan spoke, the more bizarre it sounded.

Whitney shook her head, puzzled. "How could Mom still be alive?"

She felt a pang of sorrow. "Didn't you rush to the crash site after Granddad called, only to find him impaled by Ludwik's mask, mistaking him for the assailant? Did you... not see Mom's body?"

Keegan's gaze grew distant as he delved into that memory.