Chapter 150. The Whispers of Nightmares

Xerina’s POV

It had been three full days.

My family was always around me. Their faces were familiar but in a strange, distant way, like looking at a faded photograph. I was meant to feel safe here. Meant to feel like I belonged. But I didn’t. Not really. Every moment was a battle against the void in my head, trying to claw back pieces of a life I couldn’t remember.

Chrissy was there too. Always close by. She’d tell me stories from when we were younger—funny things, ridiculous things. Stories that should’ve made me laugh, but I couldn’t. I tried. I wanted to remember. But it was like the memories were trapped behind a thick wall, just out of reach. And the harder I tried, the more elusive they became.

Then there was Luca.

He was the opposite of Chrissy. Where she was gentle and patient, he was loud and ridiculous, always making fun of something or pulling faces when I wasn’t looking. He’d joke about everything, trying to make me smile, to distract