Catalina closed her eyes to rest, clinging to the glimmer of hope, trusting that this would be her path to a new beginning, far away from the danger that lurked in Manuel’s world. Her rest was short-lived as she woke up bare two hours later, drenched in a cold sweat with her heart pounding like a drum inside her chest.
She had a flash of her dream once more. “Run!” her father had yelled in her dream, his voice was filled with urgency and fear and despite being wide awake, she felt as though his presence lingered in the room. She closed her eyes tightly and opened them again trying to get rid of his voice which continued to echo inside her head.
Trembling, she sat up in bed, instinctively using her trembling hand to clutch her chest as though in a bid to steady her racing heart and stop
