LOGAN
~A day before~
Tomorrow was Mr Hayes’ burial. My mind was a complete mess, and my breath kept coming out short and fast. I had no idea how I’d manage to show up. Just the thought of it made my stomach drop, but I knew I had to be there to show my last bit of respect.
I sat on the edge of the bed after wrapping up an online conference meeting. I hadn’t slept properly in days, so I decided to lie down for a few hours. I didn't want to run late the next morning.
I pulled the duvet over myself and drifted off, but just minutes into my sleep, a awful nightmare dragged me under. It was vivid and cruel, pulling my deepest fear straight to the surface.
In the dream, I was hanging off the edge of a cliff, holding onto both of my parents' hands. My heart was pounding against my ribs as I
