Chapter 11

• LYDIA
• Slowly, I start to remember the dream. Calling it a dream doesn’t feel right—it was too vivid, too real. But thankfully, that’s all it was. A dream. Or at least, that’s what I keep telling myself.
• The nightmare creeps back into my memory, every image, every sound still sharp in my mind. I tell Linda everything. As I speak, I can see the worry deepen in her eyes. Her expression hardens, and she leans forward, listening carefully.