Alice’s P.O.V.

After dinner, Alexander lies down, placing his head on my lap, and I caress his hair.

“Alexander, the night you were drunk, and I slept with you, why were you getting nightmares?” I enquire.

I recalled that night because of our tonight conversation, and now I want to know why he was getting nightmares that night.

“In my childhood, my mother abandoned me, which left a lasting impact on me. I would often find myself trapped in dreams where she would leave me again, a constant reminder of the abandonment I had endured.” His words tug at my heartstrings, and I feel a surge of empathy for the...