“AHHH!”
Velicia bolted upright in bed with a scream, her chest heaving as if she just surfaced from drowning.
Her hands clutched the bedsheets, drenched in sweat, her heart hammering against her ribcage like a war drum.
Her scream echoed off the walls, followed by the thudding footsteps of Cray who burst through the door first, his eyes blazing with panic.
“Velicia!” he called, rushing to her side. “What happened?! Are you okay?”
She didn’t answer immediately. Her eyes were wide and glazed over with terror, locked on something that only she could see.
Carl and Cole appeared seconds later, both storming into the room, tense and alert.
“Is she hurt?” Carl demanded.
“No, I think—” Cray started, then looked down at her trembling form. “Velicia? Baby, talk to us.”
“I saw it again,” s
