Edwin did, but it was hours later. He woke up with a start, sitting straight up and reaching in the darkness for something warm, something solid. Something alive. He hadn’t dreamed of Cooper, but his dreams were still horrifyingly vivid. Dark shapes that Edwin couldn’t recognize. Faces he couldn’t name. Signs racing past him as though he were in an out-of-control car, even when he thought he was standing still. Headlights looming. Brakes screaming. Mirthless laughter following him into a void.
“Carson? God, Carson? Are you here?”
“I’m here. I’m here.” Hot fingers curled around his hand.
“I was dreaming…”
“I know.”
“Was I asleep? Or was it…?”
“It was just regular sleep,” Carson assured him quickly. “Can you tell me what you were dreaming about?”
“I don’t…I don’t know…”
Carson put hi
