Justin's POV:
I stood in the kitchen, gripping a glass of cold water, trying to drown out the voices in my head. Shut up. Just shut the hell up.
But then I heard it—soft at first, then louder.
Crying. Begging.
My entire body went rigid.
I turned sharply toward the bedroom, my mind already racing. June was pleading—desperate, her voice thick with terror. My gut twisted, a cold dread washing over me. For a second, I thought maybe—maybe—she was remembering. The lab. Our past. Me.
But no. That couldn't be it. She didn't remember.
She looked at me like I was a stranger.
So what the hell was she seeing right now?
I moved fast, shaking her shoulders. "June." Nothing. I patted her face, firmer this time. "Wake up." Still, nothing. She just kept thrashing, sobbing, whispering pleas that made my chest feel like it was caving in.
Damn it.
I clenched my jaw, frustration bubbling under my skin. She wasn't waking up. She was trapped. And I had no idea how to pull her out.
