A profound sorrow gripped me, pulling me toward the precipice of tears as I struggled to wake from the nightmare.
"E, are you alright?"
"What happened? Why did you drink so much?"
"Does your head still hurt? Should I call the family doctor?"
My gaze shifted from the pale white expanse of the ceiling to Daniel's face, taut with worry.
"I was worried sick."
His expression was almost too earnest, his blue eyes fixed on me.
Yet within me, the horrifying fragments of the dream replayed endlessly.
In that dream, he towered over me, a triumphant figure. Beside him stood a woman and a child.
"I never loved you, Evelyn. Everything was a lie."
I could no longer discern where the dream ended and reality began.
Or perhaps, there was no distinction at all.
The searing pain in my temples blu
