Delphinia jolted awake, her chest heaving as she gasped for air. Her heart raced like crazy, and her clothes stuck to her skin with sweat. She pressed a trembling hand to her forehead, brushing away strands of hair plastered to her skin.
The room was pitch-black, except for the soft glow of moonlight sneaking through the curtains and streaking the walls. She struggled to steady her breathing, but the images from her nightmare lingered—her father's enraged face, the sound of glass shattering, and the sting of his words slicing through her like a knife.
Staying in this house was a mistake. She had known it from the moment she stepped back inside. This place wasn't just walls and furniture, it was a graveyard of her worst nightmares, choking her with memories she had fought so hard to escape.
