Mykela Bourne

Her numbers.

Her numbers. 23977. The number that haunted her; her arm scarred for life by five numbers that she dreamed about nightly, invading her every thought like a plague of the mind. At thirty-five years old, Lina did not know what they meant. Her mother Dana Muller had avoided that conversation for over twenty-five years, promising an answer would one day come, but Lina continued to wait. Memories of her first years of life were clouded beyond recognition, with only images of a grassy meadow infiltrating her dreams at night.