Wendy had not completely regained her memory. Lying in the next room, Wendy could not stop worrying about Jake. Not once did Michael come in to see her.
Perhaps no news was good news.
Wendy tossed and turned on the bed. After some time, she finally fell asleep. She soon started dreaming. In her dream, a little boy was walking towards her. He kept walking till he reached her side. He titled his his little head and looked up at Wendy.
Wendy could not see his face clearly, but he seemed to resemble Jake.
The little boy opened his mouth and said, "Mommy."
Wendy stooped and placed her hand on the little boy's shoulder. "Who are you?" she asked gently. "Why are you calling me 'Mommy'?"
"Mommy, I'm your son," the little boy replied innocently. Then, he pointed his finger to the side and continued, "Mommy, I will take care of you on behalf of Jake."
