“No,” I yelled and sprang up from my bed. I could feel the sweat trailing down my forehead and my back. The lights came on immediately, and Atticus was beside me at a glance.

‘Hey, it was just a dream. You are okay” Atticus pulled me to him, and I went willingly, allowing him to wrap his arms around me. I felt him place a kiss on my forehead.

Ever since I was rescued, I have been having nightmares every night. Samantha was shot and killed when she tried to kill me, and the sight of the hole in her head had given me severe trauma. That exact scene was...