#Chapter 66: Healing Touch

The scream tore from my throat as I jolted awake, my body drenched in cold sweat. The nightmare had returned with vicious clarity—the car spinning toward the cliff edge, flames crawling up the dashboard, and Raymond's face as he turned away, choosing Giana over me. My bedroom door flew open as Kane rushed in, wearing only loose sleep pants. He'd taken to sleeping in the adjoining room precisely for this reason. "Same dream?" he asked quietly, settling on the edge of my bed. I nodded, unable to stop trembling. "I keep seeing Raymond's face as he turned away. The betrayal in that moment... it's like my mind won't let it go." Kane studied me for a long moment, his usual guardedness softened by the darkness. "I know techniques that might help with the nightmares," he finally offered, seeming to wrestle with some internal decision. His suggestion surprised me. "Medication?" "Physical training," he clarified. "Rebuilding your confidence through strength. The mind often processes