Later that evening, Mia lay sprawled across her bed, restlessly tossing and turning as her mind cycled through the heated dispute she’d had with Jared.
An overwhelming sense of unease gripped her, like something was off, as though there were deeper layers to the situation that she hadn’t yet uncovered. When she finally succumbed to sleep, her thoughts continued swirling, a whirlwind of anxiety and uncertainty.
In her dreamscape, Mia found herself standing alone in a dim, desolate corridor.
The walls were stark and barren, and the atmosphere was frigid. A shiver crawled up her spine as she surveyed her surroundings, trying to make sense of where she was.
Out of nowhere, faint voices echoed from a distant room at the end of the hallway. Although muffled, she instantly recognized one of
