Chapter Fifteen
Racing my mistakes.
My dreams never come easily anymore. Not since that day. Sometimes they start with half memories; a walk in the park with my son, or dinner with my wife, laughing and smiling, but then the image will crack and distort. Fractures grow at the edges. Laughs become screams. The scene starts to shake, and my family is pulled away from me by some dark nebulous force. In the dream, I fight to reach out, fight for my family, but the darkness is always stronger, and I am always weak.
That night it was the images of the suited man standing in the graveyard. A shadow in the distance.
I always wear black.
A phone rang in my mind and echoed throughout the apartment. For a moment I was uncertain in which realm it existed, held in limbo until my eyes opened and th
