Sophia woke during the night bathed in perspiration. It dripped down her face and drenched her nightclothes. Her breath caught in her throat as fear crept from the soles of her feet to the top of her head. The weather had been hot; but it was summer. Yet it wasn’t the heat that woke her - it was a nightmare. She’d dreamed of standing over a grave, a tiny little grave, with a tiny little coffin in it. She reached out for William, pulling at his arm until he woke.
‘What? What is it?’ he slurred in the half-awake stupor that accompanies a sudden awakening from a deep sleep.
‘I’m afraid,’ Sophia whispered. ‘I think something has happened to Jessy. I had a dream.’
‘Don’t be silly. She is fine. She has been improving each day, you said so yourself.’
‘Please check her, William. I don’t want t
