Damon's pov.
I went back to sleep instantly after I had thought about the dream.
I didn't want to think much about it because it could just make me regret my life, regret everything that had happened.
I rubbed my face and got ready for the day.
Thankfully the pills hadn't worked more than making me feel dizzy.
I could still feel the dream—Zarah laughing, our son cuddling in my arms, and the abrupt darkness that engulfed them.
Rubbing my hands over my face I forced myself to stand. That had seemed so real Too genuine. More than the memory hurting my heart, a piercing thought took root in my chest.
I would track them down. I knew that something was wrong but if someone had handed them someplace, I would have rescued them and set the place on fire these were just mere assumptions though and I prayed that it didn't happen.