Cake

Ever since Ethan fell ill, Christine hadn't been able to sleep well.

In her dreams, she would either see Ethan being rushed into surgery with his face covered in white cloth, or doctors telling her that Ethan was running out of time.

She felt trapped in these nightmares with no escape.

Tonight, however, she had the most unbelievable dream.

In the dream, it was spring, perhaps during a holiday. She was sitting in the mansion, with the sweet smell of cheese filling the air.

The family was gathered around the dining table. Rebecca was talking and laughing about something. Ethan sat on her right, while Adrian sat across from her.

Adrian wore his usual stoic expression. He had removed his suit jacket, revealing a black vest over a white dress shirt with an immaculate collar. His muscular chest was visible under the vest, and the shirt hugged his strong arms.