It was around 2 a.m. when I woke up, drenched in sweat, my heart pounding in my chest.
Another nightmare.
The same one, again and again.
Samuel, the rooftop, his voice screaming my name, and then… darkness. I couldn't escape it, no matter how hard I tried. The nightmares had been getting worse since I came back.
After the session with Jerry, I swore I wouldn't see him again. He meant well, but I couldn't stand how he looked at me, like I was some kind of patient to be treated. He kept trying to calm me down, offering hypnotherapy, medication.
But that wasn't what I wanted.
I wanted answers.
I threw off the blanket and sat on the edge of my bed, my feet touching the cold floor. The room was quiet, but my mind was loud. Flashes of memories continued to swirl. Samuel, Naomi, the rooft
