The nightmares had returned. Salma woke up clammy and scared, her frail voice screaming as she slowly returned to the realm of reality. Her head throbbed as she stopped screaming, pulling herself up against the bed. Misty-eyed and confused, she glanced over at the clock on her bedside table.
1 am.
Rising slowly, she staggered to the bathroom, flicking the lights on. Her pale reflection stared back at her, tired and weak. The bags underneath her eyes were huge, her eyes bloodshot. She was still shaking from the horrible nightmare she'd woken up from.
"It's okay." she muttered to her reflection. "It was just a dream."
But even she couldn't seem to convince herself. She could still picture him clearly, towering over her as she clutched her daughter in her arms. The knife he held was rais
