We were back home from the yacht, but I didn’t remember the sea. I didn’t remember the time I’d spent with Rafael or the fleeting sense of freedom that had brushed against me for those brief moments. It was all a blur. The only thing etched in my mind was that dream.
It haunted me, its claws digging deeper into my thoughts with every passing moment. I could still hear the echoes of my family’s voices, their laughter, their cries, their pleading. Those sounds twisted and coiled around my heart like a vice, suffocating me, driving me forward. I couldn’t shake them, and I didn’t want to.
That dream had brought everything back. The pain. The loss. The betrayal.
I couldn’t sit still, couldn’t let my mind rest. The weight of it all pressed down on my chest, and I clenched my fists tightly, my
