The morning sun peeked through the window, casting its light into Richard’s small, suffocating rented room. But it could not dispel the darkness in Elena’s heart. She awoke from a terrifying dream, a feeling of suffocation and exhaustion enveloping her, as though she no longer had the strength to face the world.
She dreamt of Rosa, her daughter’s pale face, her lips cracked and dry. That image made her feel more helpless than ever. Her daughter lay there, and she couldn’t do anything to save her. The weight of anxiety pressed on Elena’s chest, and she clearly had an ominous premonition that something terrible was about to happen.
"Are you up? Are you okay?" Richard’s voice broke through her thoughts. He walked into the room, noticing the tear-streaked look in her eyes. His voice was low
