Luke woke up sweating profusely. He'd had a confusing dream, the type that felt so real, but he couldn't remember even the tiniest detail of the dream.
He sat still, racking his brain to remember something, anything at all, but his memory was blank. He hated taking naps, for this very reason. He had weird dreams whenever he slept during the day. He hadn't planned to nap at all.
He'd fallen asleep on the couch as he waited for Ava's return. She'd left the house since morning, to the cemetery. He'd wanted to go with her but she'd refused adamantly.
She wanted some private time with her father, she'd said. So he'd sat at the same spot for hours, on his phone at first, then he switched to watching the TV when his eyes got tired of the screen light. He'd slept off somewhere along the
