Devin's POV
Danny's nightmares returned when I least expected them to. She was perky and normal last night but woke up a wretched mess. Since she hated parties, today wasn’t her best day either.
"It' s over, Danny. I swear, it's over," I assured her. We were sitting up in bed again, and I rubbed comforting circles on her back.
"I had a dream about my m-m-mother," she murmured. Mother? Would that fall under the nightmare category? Now that I think about it, I didn’t know her family background at all.
"Danny, don't get upset over it. It's history," I said, trying to regain her reality.
"Yeah," she said. "You're right. It's history." Her quiet voice meant she was about to cry. I didn’t know s**t about her history, but I said whatever came to mind. I couldn’t handle it. She was alw
