"No..." I opened my eyes, sweat beads forming on my forehead. My nightmare had been so vivid, and I couldn't help but caress my belly gently, seeking solace and reassurance.
What had happened to me? Why was I plagued by such a horrible dream where people sought to burn me and my unborn child? I wiped away the sweat, but my heart continued to race, leaving me feeling dizzy and uncomfortable.
Tossing and turning in bed, I finally gave up on the idea of sleep and decided to quench my thirst with some water. As I made my way toward the kitchen, I heard the door crack open, and I turned back to see a familiar figure entering.
"Alex? Why are you here?" I asked, puzzled by his presence.
