Chapter 17: When Little Hints Reveal Some Pretty Big Things
Adriana
Later that night, I dream of the alley again.
I’m running, and then falling backward, slamming my head against the ground. He’s there hovering over me, the man with no face, pinning my arms and laughing, a horrible sound that reminds me of a monster. A demonic growl paired with the scent of alcohol that’s so strong I think my body’s covered in it. I can’t move or fight back because I’ve sprained my ankle. The sequence changes on me this time.
Instead of playing out a familiar part of my past, the dream alters the man’s face. It’s my father. I’m standing outside my body now, watching him strangle first Alek, then Mother, and finally me, his family. My older brother stands off to the side, screaming for him to stop. At o
