Chapter 33
Emma sobbed until the pillow lay saturated in her arms and exhaustion sent her into a fitful doze. She dreamed of Rohan in psychedelic memories where nothing seemed real. In one dream, she kneeled over a boy much bigger than her and watched as her fists pounded his face into a pulp. Her hands seemed tiny and when she stopped to look at the blood-spattered fingers, the face morphed into Rohan’s. “No!” she moaned and woke herself up, searching the bed for his smashed form only to find herself alone.
“What’s the matter, Mummy?” Nicky’s voice sounded nearby and Emma raised her head and shook it, not wanting to sink into another, worse dream in which she harmed her own son. “Mum?”
Emma pushed herself up and squeaked in alarm as her son’s face poked over the side of the bed. His bl
