Liam’s voice broke. The sob came hard.

“Mom…” he called, barely able to breathe. “Open the door, Mom… please…”

No answer.

In the present, Liam thrashed in bed. His body rigid, breathing ragged, his face twisted in pain.

“No…” he murmured in his sleep. “Stop…”

Olívia woke with a start. She sat up quickly and gently held his face, feeling the tension beneath her fingers.

“Liam… baby, wake up,” she called softly but firmly. “You’re having a nightmare. Love… look at me, open your eyes. Mozão?”

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