“The only paradise is paradise lost.”
Marcel Proust
Anastasia’s POV
I woke up to the sound of my own screams. My heart was racing, and I was sweating profusely. It was just a nightmare, I told myself, trying to calm down. I know fully well it’s not just any dream it’s a visitation of the past, it’s a memory that I’ve been trying to bury, bury deep inside, not wanting it to surface again.
But the memories stay stuck, haunting me like a ghost. I haven’t had a dream like this in a while or is it because of what happened that night with him?
In the dream, I was a little girl again, sitting on the couch in the house my dad had built before he died. The previous apartment we stayed in before Luke and his father came around. Jack was sitting next to me, his hand on my knee. At first, it se
