"I think you know what you don't want to happen again." Doctor Sandra Lopez told her. "The trauma you had came to you through nightmares, am I right?"
"Yes," She mumbled. "Sometimes, it felt so real. Like I was in sleep paralysis." She mumbled as she stared at the ceiling while lying on the comfortable sofa.
"I'm listening."
"There's a girl, her face was blurry. It's more like she's familiar. Maybe I had seen her before. She deliberately turned her car to my lane to hit me and she drove back and pulled out something. Then, she said something… like she's owning someone. That it'll never be mine. And I think it's my husband." She looked at Sandra with a worried face.
Sandra Lopez nodded and hummed as a response.
"I want to know the truth."
"Do you know the reason why your head is blocking it?" She asked her.
