Chapter 38

MY NIGHTMARE

Donovan pov

The dim illumination of the bar created elongated shadows, while the aroma of spilled whiskey blended with the oppressive atmosphere as I stumbled toward the restroom. The alcohol coursed through my veins, providing a bitter comfort amidst the turmoil that Sarah had introduced into my existence. The persistent voice of doubt reverberated in my mind, akin to an unyielding drumbeat.

Upon entering the restroom, I caught a fleeting reflection of myself in the mirror—bloodshot eyes and a visage that appeared far older than my actual years. Although the alcohol had dulled my senses, it was insufficient to alleviate the anxiety that gnawed at my insides.

I leaned over the sink, splashing cold water onto my face in an attempt to cleanse myself of the reality that clung to me like a second skin. Suddenly, the door creaked open, and Lana entered, her expression a blend of concern and something more sinister—perhaps anxiety?

How had she arrived here? What was her purp