The woman's screaming always came first. It would cut through the darkness like a blade. And I would always awaken with a sharp breath, my chest heaving as sweat soaked the back of my shirt. Tonight was no different from the rest.
For a few seconds, I didn't know where I was.
The dream still clung to me, the blood, the rain, the crying baby.
I sat upright in bed and rubbed a hand over my face.
The clock beside me read 3:17 a.m. Again.
Almost every night for the last few weeks, I had been waking at the same damn time.
Ever since Lena came into my life. Ever since Diana's ghost started following me again.
I swung my legs over the side of the bed and stared into the darkness.
Sleep wasn't coming back, not tonight, not after that dream and not after seeing her face again.
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