Chapter 174. Horrific Memory

The horrific memory filled her half-slept brain, and she was internally wishing that all of it was a dream.

Just a dream.

Nothing more than that.

The feeling consumed her—the kind when you wish so badly for a moment to be a dream, only for it to actually be your reality. A sudden wave of emotions overwhelmed her, reminding her of the times she would wake up from a bad dream, relieved and thanking God that all of it had only been a dream. But now, she could not feel that happiness. What she had experienced was not a dream.

It was reality.

Her reality.

She wanted to believe her father was still alive, that she was in her room, in the same house where she used to live, but as she ran her eyes over the room, every reality hit her like a truck. It was all real yet so surreal. She felt cold from her surroundings, and the walls of the room made her feel unsafe. She rubbed her arms, breathing in and out.

“Baba, where are you?” she whispered in her