Chapter 95

• Three months had passed since the incident, but the weight on his mind hadn't lightened. These past few days felt different, like something tugging at his spirit. Was it his conscience or the guilt over Hazel? In a dream, he found himself sprinting through the woods while a voice called out, "Mate, mate." Startled, he woke up disoriented, feeling like his mind was playing tricks on him.
• "Damn," he muttered, running a hand through his hair, trying to shake off the strange dream. He forced himself to focus, gearing up for another day at the office. His construction business had taken a hit after what happened, and he was determined to rebuild what he had lost.
• Downstairs, Dimitry greeted him with his usual smile, but there was a hint of concern in his eyes. "Morning, brother," Dimitry said.