Adr couldn’t even get up for early morning prayers because of the intense headache tormenting him. It felt like his skull was about to split open, as if something was moving inside his head. He kept trying to remember something, but the images were unclear and unpleasant. The strongest thing he remembered was being hunted and nearly burned alive. Yet, he couldn’t recall the faces of the people involved....only the face of the woman who appeared in his dreams, haunting him as his wife.
The entire household was worried. Adr was known for waking everyone early, but today, he didn’t even leave his room. Clearly, something was seriously wrong.
Around eight in the morning, Tristan’s mom brought him a thick cup of peanut porridge, coaxing him to drink it like a child. She gave him strong paink
