I couldn’t really remember making it back to my room that night.
Couldn’t remember when exactly I had collapsed into bed, still dazed, shaken, lost in the echo of Ethan’s words.
All I remembered was staring up at the ceiling, my heart still pounding, my body still burning with the ghost of his touch.
And then, somewhere in between the tangled mess of thoughts, exhaustion must have pulled me under because the next thing I knew—
I was dreaming.
It was a dream of my mother walking toward a altar in her wedding dress, the lace was delicate, white as fresh snow, glowing under the soft golden light of the temple.
She looked beautiful.
And then—
The dream shattered.
I woke up with a sharp inhale, my chest rising and falling rapidly as I blinked up at the faint glow of the morning light f
