That Same Night…
Theo suddenly jolted up from sleep, breathing heavily as if he had been running. His chest rose and fell sharply, beads of sweat forming on his forehead. He rubbed his eyes, trying to steady his heartbeat.
Beside him, Mina stirred from her sleep, blinking in confusion at his sudden movement. Slowly, she sat up, her hair falling across her shoulders as she studied his troubled expression.
“Theo,” she murmured softly, reaching out to touch his arm. “What’s wrong?”
For a moment, he didn’t answer. His eyes were distant, haunted — lost in something far away. Then, finally, his voice came low and strained.
“It’s that dream again,” he said, his tone heavy. “Every night, the same one… a little girl keeps crying and begging me to save her. I can’t see her face, but I can feel
