Ghosts of the Past

Valerie POV.

The horrific, bloody image of my mother’s brutal death plays on an agonizing, relentless loop in my fragile mind. Every single time I blink, the nightmare aggressively forces its way back to the forefront of my consciousness. I can vividly see the dark, murky swamp water swirling violently around her ankles. I can see the sheer, absolute terror violently etched into her delicate feat