Faith's Pov
The cold sweat was the first thing I noticed, clinging to my skin, making my nightshirt very damp and wet. A monster of a headache hammered behind my eyes, each thump echoing the frantic beat of my heart. I shot upright in bed, gasping, my lungs burning as if I’d been running for miles.
That dream, it wasn't just a dream. It felt like I had been there, every chill, every scream, every desperate plea. My body ached and l was exhausted.
I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to push away the lingering images, the sense of dread that still clung to me like a second skin. It had been emotionally and physically draining, a vivid, horrifying replay of something I couldn't quite understand.
Just as I was trying to calm down, my phone buzzed on the nightstand. I grabbed it, my fingers t
