Chapter twenty seven

Sierra’s POV

The room was quiet, the soft glow from the bedside lamp casting shadows that danced across the walls. As I drifted off, the warmth of the blankets wrapped around me, a different kind of darkness took over—the kind that pulled me into the past.

I found myself standing in my childhood home, the scent of my father’s cologne lingering in the air. My father was there, sitting with a book in his hands, looking up at me with that gentle smile I missed so much.

“Sierra,” he said softly, his voice warm and familiar. “You’ve grown.”

Tears stung my eyes. “Dad…”

He stood up, crossing the room in a few steps to pull me into a hug. It felt so real—the strength in his arms, the steady beat of his heart. “You’ve been through so much,” he whispered. “But you’re stronger than you know.”

I clung to hi……