Emelia's POV
My encounter with Victor was exhausting; the weight of the words spoken weighing down my shoulders like a boulder. As soon as my head hit the pillow, sleep claimed me just as fast.
If I wasn't reliving the nightmare of losing my child, then I wasn't dreaming. Oftentimes, I found relief in the black of nothingness.
But this dream was still nothing short of a nightmare. Just in the way I wasn't expecting.
It took me back to the days before Lily came back into the picture—when Victor and I were happy.
Stolen kisses in the breakroom when no one else was around.
Late dinners if one of us ended up staying late for work.
Doing chores in our underwear, dancing to whatever music was playing.
Sunbathing under the summer sun at our beach house.
It was a nightmare of what used to be; of what could've been had Lily not come back and ruined things. It broke my heart even more to think about how Victor wasn't happy during any of it.
I watched the memories unfold before me like it was a m
