223. Athena
The same nightmare. The same feeling. The same suffocating weight in my chest.
Only this time, the details had shifted. But the dread remained unchanged.
I saw him—Salv: my younger brother.
I lay beside him on the bed, his wails piercing through the quiet air, frantic and needy. I sat up, heart hammering, and stumbled out of the room in search of my mother. She had to be here. She always was. But instead of her, a maid appeared, calm and indifferent, scooping Salvatore into her arms and tending to him without hesitation.
I stood there, frozen, staring, wondering why she was ignoring me as if I wasn't there.
Then, I was no longer alone. A boy sat beside me, a doll in my hands, his small fingers grazing mine as he picked up another toy. I turned my head, locking eyes with h
