The second Kieran walks through the study door, I know something’s wrong.
Her handwriting keeps catching me off guard. Sometimes I swear I can almost hear her voice in them, and it makes my chest hurt in a way I don’t know how to name.
He doesn’t smell angry. That’s what scares me more than anything.
“Tell me about your dreams,” he says. No hello. No “How are you?”
I set the pen down slowly, trying not to leave my handshake. “What dreams?”
“The ones where someone was watching you.” His eyes are doing that thing again, like he’s fighting to keep it contained. “The ones you thought were hallucinations. Tell me everything.”
My stomach flips over, ugly and complicated.
I push myself up off the floor. “I thought they were… I don't know. I have been sedated for weeks, I don't know what
