ANEIRA
I woke up panting in the morning, the dream of my father's death still being the only dream that haunted me night after night.
I couldn't sleep without dreaming that I was the one holding the gun and shooting him dead right where he was seated.
Other nights, I woke up screaming, begging in the dream for him to forgive me for dying before I could tell him the truth about my identity and what my mother told me to do when I married Rafael.
"Miss Narra," Sandra sat beside me on the bed and wiped the sweat off my forehead. "You've been having nightmares for a week now. Do you want me to tell Rafael? He might get someone to help you."
"No, please!" I snapped, feeling my heart racing at the sound of his name. "I'll be fine, Sandra. You don't need to worry about me."
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