Clarrisa POV

Only God knows how I've barely survived alone for the whole night. The moment I woke to my sister's scream and saw the terror on her face, triggered something in me. I felt bad when she didn't want to tell me about her dream but somehow it was relieving. I mean if I could get so traumatized by just her terrified disposal I wonder if she'd tell me what she dreamt about.

I couldn't sleep for the night cause I didn't want to have any memories. Wait... what if my sister didn't have a dream but memories?

I doubt that. She's so bold and doesn't look like someone who'll get traumatized over a past event unlike me.

The door opened while I was curling up on the bed and Antonio walked in.

I swallowed at the sight of him and greeted him.

"Good morning Tesoro. How's your night?" He asked calmly with a placid smile.

[sweetheart]

I told him it was great even though it wasn't close to it.

He looked around the room and asked me "where's your sister?"

He has this curiousity and h