JACKSON'S POV

I was yanked out of sleep by a terrible nightmare. I woke up panting, drenched in sweat, even though the air in my bedroom was cold. My heart was pounding so loudly it felt like it echoed in the silence.

I switched on the bedside lamp and sat upright, scanning the room like a man who had just escaped a bad memory. Then, my phone beeped. That familiar sound reminded me it was past six a.m. already… my alarm.

Dragging myself to the window, I yanked the blinds open. Daylight spilled into the room. I hoped it would chase away not just the darkness in the room, but...