9
I was thrashing about, apparently screaming because it woke Kane.
“Candra, what is it? My God, you look white as a ghost and your nightgown is drenched.” He started to take me in his arms when I stopped him. Half-dazed, half-awake, I was unsure of my whereabouts, but I had some idea.
“Where are the children?” I asked my voice raspy, barely audible. To me, it sounded like a normal question.
Kane frowned. “Candra, what children?”
“Gabby and Adrian!” I cried, beginning to panic.
“Candra … who are they?” Kane looked quite puzzled by my answer and a bit concerned.
“Our children, where are they?”
“Whoa, Candra, we have no children. Come on, snap out of it. It was just a dream.”
Part of me knew that, but another part wouldn’t let go, wouldn’t let me see reason, so I dashed out of the h
