13
Nadine
This time, when the dream started I knew exactly who I was in it and what was happening.
Inside what looked like a small, bare bedroom, the young woman halted in front of me, her eyes filled with tears. “You have to understand. I love him. I can’t live without him. I need to stay with him.”
The actions and words took me over, as if I had rehearsed them a long time ago. I retreated a few steps from her and stared at her as if I didn’t know her at all.
Dread surged in my chest. “What did you do?” I asked. She put a hand over her mouth to stifle a sob. Her silence was enough. “No, you didn’t. No, please, tell me you didn’t.”
Slowly, she dropped her hand and met my eyes. “I did,” she whispered. “I’m sorry. I knew you wouldn’t understand if I asked for your help. So I did it alo
