C105 Wake Up to the Truth.

I was in bed.

My mind reeled. The call—the argument—none of it had happened.

It was just a dream.

A dream so vivid it felt real—like a nightmare.

I turned lazily, my mind spinning. My subconscious was playing games with me, messing with my head. It had been five restless days now—since I agreed to everything my mother’s messenger demanded, just for the chance to see her