I knock on Rafael's office door the next morning, a mix of curiosity and apprehension swirling in my stomach. As I wait for his response, my mind drifts back to the night before. After falling asleep in that twisted, uncomfortable position, I woke later on my back, clean and nestled under the sheets. But the sound of Rafael’s ragged breathing had jolted me fully awake. He was moaning in pain, trapped in the throes of a nightmare.
The scene had been eerily similar to the last time he froze up next to me, his body rigid and trembling. Both times, my instinct had been the same—to sing softly, just like I used to with Melina when we were younger, trying to soothe her from bad dreams. The way my voice seemed to pull Rafael back from whatever darkness had him in its grip felt... strange. Like I
