Part 5: Between What I Felt and What Was RealThat night didn’t feel like a dream.It felt like something had *entered* me.I woke up gasping, my breath broken, my heart still running from something I couldn’t name. The room was still, but my mind wasn’t. Her face—glowing, unfamiliar, impossible—stayed behind my eyes like it had been burnt there.I lay there, unable to sleep, unable to escape it.One thought kept circling, tighter each time.*Why did both of them come to my classroom?*It didn’t feel random.It didn’t feel like a joke.So I did something I don’t usually do.I called Anika.She picked up.“Hello,