Cara POV
My heart was still pounding when I woke up, sweat clinging to my skin. My eyes darted around the room, and the morning light crept through the curtains, soft and unwelcome.
Abby’s worried face hovered above me.
“Cara?” Her voice pulled me back to reality.
Her brows drew together, eyes softening as she reached for my hand. “Are you okay? Having nightmares again?”
“Yeah, same as always”. I looked away so she wouldn't notice the lie. This nightmare was different.
“I need to get ready”. I muttered.
“What time is it?”
“It's 9 am. You should rest, Cara,” Abby urged. “Whatever dream you had—it’s written all over your face.”
“I can’t,” I said, forcing myself up. “The meeting’s at noon, and I won’t give Brett the satisfaction of seeing me falter.”
“Abby, I know you are worried
