The gun shot sounded deafening. And the child’s head rocked sideways before he fell. She, I didn’t even know her name, turned the gun at me…
I sat bolt upright in bed, heart pounding so hard it hurt. I could barely breathe. Warm, familiar hands gripped my shoulders.
“Easy, babe, you were dreaming.” Sully’s voice was a deep rumble near my right ear.
“It…That wasn’t how…She never…” I babbled trying to sort memory from the recent image in my head.
“Whatever you were dreaming about what happened, I’m sure it’s mixed up with stress and emotions and s**t that you thought about at the time.”
I tried to calm down. My breath hitched and a tremor ran through me. I looked at the clock on my dresser. We’d slept maybe three hours. Maybe I needed to go for another run? No, probably not, that had en
