Ella.
“Baby girl,” I hear with a shaking feeling.
“It’s OK, it’s just a bad dream I’m here.”
My eyes snap open, and I gasp for breath, my heart pounding in my chest.
It’s been 2 months. I’m haunted by nightmares. In one recurring dream, Jason pleads with me to make Landon stop, as if it would ease the pain. The guilt weighs heavily on my conscience, even though I know I shouldn’t feel responsible.
Kane’s soothing voice whispers, “Shh, baby, I’m here,” as he tenderly plants a kiss on the top of my head.
As his arms envelop me, I melt into the warmth of his body.
“I’m sorry,” I whisper, my voice trembling as I desperately try to wipe away the tears from my eyes.
“When I’m more calm,” he asks, “do you want to talk about it?”
With a hushed voice, I say, “It’s the same thing.” In the
