Chapter 113

Ivan’s eyes softened and flashed momentarily. “You said something like that before as well. When did it occur? When did you have trouble sleeping?”

Alicia smiled bitterly and said, “Six years ago… when my mother died.”

He looked at her with solemn eyes and stretched his hand out to caress her head.

“So you’ve had a difficult time sleeping at night because of that,” his voice was soft, “I understand. To have someone you love dearly leave you would frighten anyone, after all.”

“…Yes.”

But truth be told, the moment insomnia plagued her at night was the moment she re-lived the past. She had no plans to wallow in self-pity or blaming others for the misfortunes she’d gone through, but it was difficult… was it depression? Fortunately, she was able to recover and mend her broken heart to an extent in Coulson, but when night came, memories of her death and the last minutes of it kept rolling on repeat.

It was difficult to sleep.

If she closed her eyes, she kept wondering if she’d end up in tha