“No!”
Elena screamed as her eyelids flung open.
She could hear her heart beating loud and clear. It pounded hard against her rib cage, making her breathe heavily as she crawled off the bed to the cold, bare floor.
Her silk nightwear clung desperately to her sweaty body like a second skin and tears spilled out of her eyes with no control.
It was the same dream as always.
Her parents, covered in blood and her brother, boarding a fast vehicle.
They didn’t stop no matter how she cried and ran after them.
“Lucas,” Elena muttered, her heart squeezing in pain.
After so many years apart, she still had no idea what had truly happened that night…had no idea if he was dead or still alive. But she had hope that at least for her sake…, he would hold on.
Dragging her body up from the cold
