Everett’s POV
I had a nightmare. A really bad one.
Everything was pitch black. No sound, no paper—just endless darkness. I wandered forward, lost.
Suddenly, a gravestone appeared ahead of me.
I stopped. Something didn’t feel right. A sharp pain rose in my chest as I slowly backed away.
Then I saw it.
A black-and-white photo on the stone.
It was Scarlett Taylor, smiling.
The color drained from my face.
Scarlett.
My eyes jolted open, flinching against the harsh fluorescent hospital lights.
"Mr. Robinson?"
I turned and saw Davis standing beside the bed, his face etched with concern and relief.
"It was just a dream," I muttered, still disoriented.
"Sir, are you okay?" he asked gently.
I looked around. Yep. Hospital room. Sterile white walls. Monit
