*Olivia*
I couldn't help myself. I couldn't stop even if I had wanted to. It took an hour of staring up at the ceiling and trying to will myself to sleep before I finally realized I wasn't going to.
I was scared the nightmare would come back and that the sight I didn't want to see would be right behind my eyelids, chasing after me. Would I die this time? Would I be tortured gruesomely before they killed me?
I didn't know, and it terrified me.
Maybe that was why I found myself standing outside Giovani's door. Or maybe that was just the excuse I had used.
But when the door opened, and I saw Giovani standing there, as calm and patient as ever, my heart tugged hard enough that I stumbled right into his arms.
I feared for a moment that he might pull away, that the scene earlier truly
