JASMINE'S POV
"I… I saw them," I choked out, the words barely making it past my lips. "My parents. The crash. It was the night they died—but something was wrong. I shouldn't remember that. Because… I wasn't in the car with them."
Aiden's brows pulled together, his hands tightening on my shoulders. "You were dreaming," he said gently, but the slight strain in his voice betrayed him. "Just a nightmare."
"No." I said, shaking my head, my breath coming too fast, and my chest feeling tight. "It wasn't just a nightmare. It felt… it felt like something real. Like something I should remember."
My fingers curled into the sheets, nails biting the fabric. "Like something I lived through but somehow forgot."
Aiden's expression shifted, like he was holding back a dozen things he wanted to say. But instead, he did the only thing that felt right in the moment. He pulled me into him.
His arms wrapped tightly around me, grounding me as I trembled in his hold.
