-Cora-
Joseph has been tossing and turning all evening. He’s mumbled a bit, not anything that makes sense.
“Don’t kill her, please,” he says, this time more loudly. “No.”
I shake his arm, trying to wake him. “Joseph,” I call in a hushed tone, trying not to wake our pup. “Joseph.”
His hand wraps around my arm harshly, and he flips me to my back, moving so he’s pinning me down with his body.
“Cora?” he asks, completely startled. “s**t. Cora. It… I…”
“You were having a bad dream,” I finish for him. He nods, his eyes full of sadness. I reach up and gently cup his face. “It’s alright. It’s over.”
He releases my arm and moves off me, sitting on the side of the bed to let his legs hang. He puts his elbows on his knees and holds his head in his hands. It’s a sure sign that so
