Chapter Forty- Eight

In the hours following the therapy session, Ryan's mind was filled with anticipation and unease.

He couldn't help but ponder the cryptic message from his dream and its significance. It was as if his subconscious was guiding him to a long-lost past, and the prospect of unraveling his history was both thrilling and intimidating.

As evening descended, Ryan found himself in his room, seeking solitude and a moment of respite. The weight of expectations and the haunting dreams were taking their toll, but he knew that this was a journey he had to undertake.

With the room illuminated by the soft glow of a bedside lamp, Ryan settled onto his bed, his thoughts drifting into the past.

He closed his eyes and allowed the memories, as fragmented as they were, to wash over him.

The initial memory unfurled before Ryan like a gentle whisper from the depths of time.

He found himself as a child, the golden sunlight bathing a garden where he stood alongside his mother.

Laughter danced through the air