117 TAMPERED TRUTH

  LUKE'S POV   With my phone pressed against my ears, I stood still in shock, right outside Andre's mansion. My head was trying to process the voice I heard. I was still trying to grasp the situation. This could have been a dream, or maybe it was only reality. But me hearing my mother's voice? Was I starting to go crazy, or what?   Not just that the person's voice on the phone was the same as hers, the caller also addressed me as Pushki. It was a name that only my mother used to call me. Times of fun, times of happiness. Joyful times at the park, intense moments of laughter.   Their deaths had hit me hard, and they were gone from me for so many years. There was not a voice heard from any one of them, and I was in complete loneliness. Little me back then. I had to live my life with my grandfather, letting the memories wash all over me.   Now this voice had to come from nowhere. It was really crazy, and I could just hope this was a dream, an illusion, or something.   "Mom?" I