Hope's POV.
My sleep is restless, and I dream, then I wake and roll over, then I dream some more.
I dream about Malakar walking away from me. I call out to him. I beg him to stop, but he ignores me and keeps walking into the night until I can't see him anymore.
I dream about being a little girl and holding my mother's hand in the hospital waiting room. I don't cry, but she cries a lot. The doctor comes out. He looks sad. My mother cries even more. He tells us that my father didn't make it. His wounds were too severe for them to do anything. She cries even more.
I dream about the man on the gurney. I dream about his gaping wounds and the agony in his voice. I dream about the terror in his eyes. I dream about him dying and having his blood on my hands. I cry. Not only in my dream, but i
