*Caterina*

I should have known from the get-go that I wasn’t in for a decent night of sleep. The moment I closed my eyes and felt my exhaustion drag me under, my subconscious was swirling beyond my control.

If I wasn’t dreaming about Junior and his psycho of a father, then my mind was forcing me to relive the night when I’d almost lost my mom.

Each time I felt my chest seize up and my lungs burning for air. I shook myself awake, only to fall back ...