CHAPTER TWELVE
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Angie was awaked in the early hours of the morning when Peter sat up and shrieked in horror, then screamed, “THEY’RE ALL DEAD!!” just as he had more often than not in the two weeks since returning home from the staff retreat m******e.
“It’s okay, honey, it’s okay,” she said in a soft, soothing tone as she put her arms around his thin body. Every time she’d repeated this same routine in the days since his return, Angie could feel his heart pounding in his chest and his body still trembling from the terrifying nightmare from which he’d escaped, his naked flesh covered in a thin sheen of sweat. Peter sat up in the bed, shaking and staring into the dark room with unseeing eyes for perhaps a minute, until his heart rate calmed, and his breathing evened, as the awareness of w
