The dreams started again that night. It’s been weeks since I thought they were gone, since I allowed myself to believe that the curse was truly broken. But deep inside, I knew better. The visions crept back in, unexpected and cruel.
I woke up gasping for air, my heart pounding in my chest, as the vivid images of Luca’s past surged through me. I could still see them, those moments that I never knew existed: the violence, the anger, the coldness in his eyes. He wasn’t the man I thought I knew, not completely. He had been someone else—someone capable of things I couldn’t reconcile with the man I loved.
I rubbed my eyes, pushing away the lingering images. Was this the curse still clinging to me, twisting my mind? Or was it something deeper? Something I couldn’t ignore?
The weight of it all
