Aliya’s POV
A week had passed since Nala planted that seed in my head, and sleep had evaded me ever since. Every time I tried to get some shut-eye, I had the same dream.
My dad is in a red suit, black horns pointing out of his forehead,...
Aliya’s POV
A week had passed since Nala planted that seed in my head, and sleep had evaded me ever since. Every time I tried to get some shut-eye, I had the same dream.
My dad is in a red suit, black horns pointing out of his forehead,...