CLARA
I stirred in my sleep but my ears caught a sound. Heavy pants, muffled whispers, heart thumping.
I turned, my eyes flew open. Rhys.
His body shook violently, sweat dripping from his temples as he gripped the sheets tightly.
“Rhys…” I whispered, reaching for him, brushing the damp hair from his forehead. He didn’t stir.
My brows furrowed.
“Wake up. It's just a nightmare.” My voice trembled as I shook him gently, then harder when he wouldn't respond.
His lips quivered, a broken sound escaping his lips. “Mom…dad…no.” His voice cracked, and my breath caught as tears slipped down from the corners of his eyes.
My heart thumped.
“Rhyssss…it's just a nightmare. Please wake up.” I cried out, shaking him with desperation.
Suddenly, he shot upright with a violent gasp, chest heaving
