Chapter 56. Shadows of the Past

I dreamed I was in a room I didn’t recognize, in a house I had never been in before.

The bedroom was well furnished, with a king-size bed, a couch facing a beautiful wooden dresser with a large TV on top, two plush armchairs, and an expensive-looking Persian rug atop hardwood floors.

“Are my parents going to be here soon? Have you texted them yet?” I asked Ace.

He was lying on the bed next to me, his warm body surrounding mine completely as if he were trying to protect me from the world.

My head was pounding. It felt like someone had taken a sledgehammer to my skull and cracked it open. I hid my face in Ace’s chest to avoid being exposed to any sort of light.

The room was pitch black thanks to the blackout curtains, but I had already spent far too many hours throwing up in the bathroom to chance being exposed to light and upsetting my concussion again.

Ace shifted against me as he massaged the back of my neck. “Yes. They’re on their way,” he repli