#Chapter 265: Undying Fears

There weren’t too many nights when the haunting memories of Bruce didn’t linger, lurking in the shadows of my subconscious. Nightmares, vivid and torturous, invaded my dreams, tearing through the fragile tranquility of the night. In the midst of fragmented illusions and haunting echoes, I felt myself consumed by a familiar terror. Images of Bruce's menacing glare and his callous insults played on an endless loop, a relentless torment that left me gasping for breath in the clutches of sleep. A scream clawed its way out of my throat, ripping through the silence of the night. I thrashed in the grip of my nightmares, my limbs flailing. Suddenly, I jolted awake, my heart pounding against my chest. Timothy was there, his face etched with concern, his arms desperately trying to contain my flailing limbs. "Evie, wake up! You're having a nightmare," he urged, his voice thick with worry. Gasping for breath, I scanned the room, trying to anchor myself in reality. "Timothy," I murmured, guilt