The next morning, Mona was in the kitchen making coffee before she realized she’d slept through the night. More than that, she had been dreaming—but without feeling. She’d moved through the cityscape in her dreams, the shadow killer on her tail, but there had been no pressure in her chest. No heart palpitations. No shooting awake or the need to vomit in fear. There had been no fear at all, in spite of the same landscape that had once haunted her. She simply rose from the bed, her dream just a dream.
It was like everything was normal again.
When Mona caught sight of the sleeping pills on her nightstand, she understood what happened. She’d taken the pills from Carmen with shame prickling her skin, never believing that she’d actually get to this point. But how many therapists had told her t
