Willow's POV
The dream had felt so real, that I doubted if it had happened or not. When I opened my eyes, disoriented and still groggy, fragments of what had happened came crashing into my mind like a tidal wave. The sound of the gunshot, the tranquilizers, the kids running toward the gate, my voice screaming for them to run. The room spun as I scrambled to my feet. I felt the rush of adrenaline push me forward, ignoring the ache in my head, as I raced around the house, calling out.
“Daniel! Ella!” My voice cracked, each shout louder and more desperate than the last. No answer. I tore through every room, my panic swelling as the silence around me deepened.
Jason was stirring on the couch, rubbing his head, groggy. I barely noticed as he looked up, his eyes focusing on me with a mix of
