Midnight woke with a jolt, beads of cold sweat trickling down her forehead. Her nightgown clung to her damp skin as she curled her arms around herself, trembling. Her breath came in shallow, shaky gasps as the remnants of her nightmare clawed at her consciousness. Or perhaps it wasn’t just a nightmare, but a buried memory resurfacing, haunting her after so many years.
Her mind echoed with voices—childish promises that were once filled with laughter, now twisted into a nightmare.
"We’re best friends, right?"
"Always and forever."
But those sweet echoes soon turned into the heart-wrenching accusations that had scarred her. The words of a distraught woman rang in her ears with renewed clarity, each syllable piercing her heart.
"You killed my daughter."
"You are the reason my daughter is dead."
