ADRIANO'S POV~
Everywhere was deadly still.
The silence around me rang louder than any scream ever could. My head throbbed—not from pain, but from the weight of memories I never asked for, memories that haunted me like shadows that never left. They pulled me back, dragged me to the past…
Back to when I was just a boy.
Seven.
I was seven years old.
Jovial. Loud. Always smiling. My parents were my world. That morning, we were going to visit my grandparents. I was strapped in the back seat, singing off-key while my mom laughed and my dad tapped the steering wheel. It was supposed to be just another family visit.
But then—
Screeching tires.
Shattered glass.
Blood.
Everywhere.
I remember the scream I never got to finish. The car had flipped. My head hit the window.
