Chapter 37

• Erika’s POV
• It was getting harder and harder to distinguish reality from the dream.
• It was dark and cold and stinky. Was I still in that little hut, the dark and stinky room? Was there a rat who wanted to eat me? Was my life still in danger? I didn’t know and I couldn’t figure it out because everything was dark. The only thing I knew was that I was very weak. I was so weak that I couldn’t do anything if a fat rat wanted to eat me. I felt as weak and insecure as I did when I was a little girl. If something terrible happened, I could do nothing to stop it.