Chapter One hundred and Thirteen

Xander’s Pov

I sigh in relief as the nightmare transforms before my eyes, the twisted horrors of my past giving way to a scene of breathtaking beauty and serenity. My parents stand before me, their smiles radiant and filled with love, their presence a comforting embrace that dispels the lingering echoes of fear and despair.

The oppressive figure of my grandfather fades into nothingness, his malevolent presence vanquished by the sheer force of hope and love that fills the air. In his place, I see only the faces of my loved ones, their laughter mingling with the gentle rustle of leaves in the breeze, their voices a soothing melody that washes over me like a healing balm.

For the first time in what feels like an eternity, I am at peace, surrounded by the warmth of family and the promise of a future filled with love and joy. The nightmare fades into the recesses of my mind; its hold over me is broken by the power of hope and resilience.

As I bask in the beauty of the moment, I realize th