A bright light, a suffocating feeling—somebody was there. In my room. Dark and foreboding, standing at the edge of my bed and I . . . I tried to reach for Cronan. He was asleep, just beside me, out cold and the figure, looming, close—I couldn’t move. Could hardly breathe. I tried to scream but I felt trapped there, lying below the person, their hand hovering threateningly over my stomach. No. I had to move. Stop it. Stop! Cronan! Cronan, help! The hand edged every closer, right toward my womb and I—blood curdling screams.
I thrashed violently against the bed and Cronan was there, over top of me, shushing me. “There was a man,” I gasped, pointing vacantly next to the bed. “A man!”
“There’s nobody here, love,” he whispered, holding me close, pulling me down tightly ag
