🗝️Detective Ryker Viltarin must uncover dark secrets before he loses not only his heart but also his life.🗝️
You're on your own, far from home
The wind is blowing in the top of the pines
A gloomy sky where the sun never shines
Deep...
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Eve blinked.
Once, then twice.
A small part of her was still hoping this was all just a bizarre, all-too-realistic dream. She wanted to pinch herself. Hard.
Maybe she had fallen and hit her head too hard?
Unfortunately, she couldn't convince herself of that.
'No. No, this is real. You're not dreaming.'
The world was too close, too real, too pushy. The throbbing in her head, the dull pain in her neck that radiated into her shoulders. The dizziness assailed her whenever she moved too fast, and... the blurred vision reminded her that this could not be a dream. Because in her dreams... that terrible accident had never happened, and she was not confined to the sight of half the world. In her dreams, she was free, saw everything... could do everything and be everything.
Dreams went beyond the boundaries of reality.
The sight that opened up in front of her could have come from a crude dream: Dr Jonathan was sitting with her son Liam at an oval set dining table in the room. He smiled at her broadly and happily as if there was absolutely nothing unusual.
Some candles cast a flickering light into the room, which had nothing special about it but still made her feel strangely uncomfortable. On the table was a pot of steaming food, which smelled like stew or goulash. In a basket was sliced bread, and in a bowl, she recognised a mixed salad.
The scenery perfectly matched the surroundings of the hut, even though the strangely modern style of cool colours was repeatedly broken by kitschy furnishings such as yellow embroidered pillows with sunflowers or butterflies. A white leather sofa faced a wall with a flat-screen. Nothing here looked familiar to her. Behind the windows, it was pitch black, and she could only guess at the silhouettes of the trees.
What the hell was going on here?
"Dr. Taylor?" Eve said a mixture of disbelief and confusion on her lips. She felt dizzy again and had to brace herself against the wall to keep from losing balance.
