Dave dragged himself to bed, exhaustion clinging to every fiber of his being. As soon as his head hit the pillow, he drifted into a deep sleep.
And after a few minutes, he found himself sitting on a couch in the living room. Everything felt familiar, but the air was heavy, as if something was about to happen. The door opened, and in walked Cassidy.
Dave’s heart skipped a beat, but he turned his gaze away, trying to ignore her. He stood up, intending to head to his room and avoid any confrontation. But before he could leave, Cassidy called after him.
"Wait," she said, her voice soft but commanding.
He paused mid-step, something in her voice pulling him back. When he turned around, it wasn’t Cassidy standing there anymore. It was Mira. He blinked, confused, and wiped his eyes, thinking
