CHAPTER SIXTEEN † SPECULATIONI FINISHED, TWIDDLING my thumbs, unsure what to do next. Was I supposed to say “Ta-dah! That is my life”? The
scratching paused. A soft tapping followed, as if Samrah counted the seconds of silence that passed between us. The sage continued to burn, filling my lungs with its musky, sweet herby scent. When
I wasn’t choking on it, I was inhaling it as if greedy for more. The room stopped swirling when I concentrated on describing my dreams.
The silence filled in the gaps. Not awkward gaps, mind you. More like a sense of relief, at least on my end. Larry had been right. It felt good to talk to a professional about the nightmares. It
seemed as if a great weight had been lifted from me. I breathed easier.
“The dreams,” she said finally.
I waited. When she didn
