Frida POV
I woke up with a start, my heart pounding in my chest. The double vision had left me shaken—caught between fear, reassurance, terror, and a strange sense of peace. What is happening? My mind swirled with fragments I couldn’t fully grasp. The weight of it all sat heavy on my chest.
“Father! Father!” I called out, panic creeping into my voice.
In an instant, my dad appeared in the room, materializing beside me with a worried expression etched across his face. He sat down quickly, his eyes scanning me as if trying to figure out what was wrong. I could feel the sweat on my skin, and I probably looked like a frightened cat—wide-eyed and ready to bolt.
Without hesitation, I wrapped my arms tightly around him, burying my face in his shoulder. His warmth grounded me, and to my relief
