Amy woke up.
Heart racing. Pulse pounding.
Her sister is alive.
In her wretched dream. Again. Over and over.
“Damn it. When will I ever get over this?” Her throat was parched, she needed water.It was as if she had run a trimarathon and not one of the spectators handed her free water to make it to the finish line. Her water bottle that she keeps in her bedroom was almost empty. The weather in Texas had been unforgiving lately and everyone avoided frolicking outside when the sun was out. News stations had been warning Texans of the sudden surge of the temperature despite the fact that summer was long gone. It is officially autumn now,yet the weather begs to differ.
Their mother, who never allowed the airconditioning units to run even when it is most necessary, agreed today because she
