She couldn't fathom why she was plagued by these dreams, especially ones about Fitch.

Sweat coated her forehead, and her lips trembled.

Just then, Fitch entered the room, moving to sit beside her on the bed and instinctively reaching out to check her forehead.

Zoey recoiled instantly, avoiding his touch.

Suspicion filled her eyes as she clutched the blanket tightly.

Fitch's hand paused mid-air, his fingertips curling slightly before he withdrew.

"Nightmare?" he asked.

Zoey nodded. It was indeed a nightmare.

Even now, she felt a lingering fear, so much so that Fitch's familiar face seemed alien to her.

She had thought Fitch was unreasonable a few days ago, disregarding her opinions and acting like some cold, heartless king.

But the Fitch in her dreams was worse, seemingly torturing her on purpose.

And those conversations at the police station-they trampled on her dignity.

She couldn't understand why she was so entangled with this man in her dreams.

Her heart felt uneasy. She even wished she could enter her dream and slap her tormented self.

herself for a man? Why be

reality. If she let it affect her too much, she was

You wanted to know what's up with Nolan, right? He has autism. He's very attached to me. I brought him to Zion City because it's still unspoiled here, the air is clean, which might be good for his condition. He hasn't interacted much

Autism?

wonder he almost fainted

Her heart ached.

"What about his mom?"

the rumors be true? Had his mother passed

due to a lack of

his

a dog's bark echoed outside, followed by

grey fur was

Zoey, the dog sniffed the air excitedly, its tail

enthusiastic tail-wagging couldn't elicit much reaction from

nudging

a good memory; it recognized her as its

felt overwhelmed by its affection, "Mr.

out to

felt an almost unbearable urge to

I've taken good care of him,"

paused, then smiled, "Yes, can tell by his fur. And he looks

of Fitch's

the dog for a bit

emotion

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