Audrey’s head felt like it was splitting in two. She clutched her temples sitting on the edge of her bed trying to steady her breath. The flashbacks were relentless fragments of memories forcing themselves into her consciousness.
Adam’s voice echoed his tone soft yet haunting calling her “Bellissimo.” She could almost feel the warmth of his touch the way his fingers traced invisible patterns on her hand. That name…. her name meant something something she couldn’t grasp fully.
And then there was that tattoo. The flash was so vivid it was as though she could see it now even though she wasn’t even sure if it was a memory or some warped vision. Inked in intricate detail across his back was a symbol she couldn’t quite place interwoven with lines and swirls that seemed almost alive.
Audrey
