Elena’s POVThe nightmares never wait for an invitation. They show up whenever they want, dragging me back into moments my body remembers even when my mind tries to pretend everything is fine. Sometimes it starts with sound, the echo of a gunshot or someone shouting my name, and other times it starts with the feeling of being held too tightly, arms locked around me while someone’s breath presses against my ear, carrying fear and rage that does not belong to me but still traps me in ...