Chapter Twenty-Three:
Cloey was dreaming. She was walking through a mountain meadow, one filled with wild flowers and had the presence of mind to wonder if she was Dream Walking. What if she just kept on walking: Away from Nick, her home and her broken body. The body would eventually wither and die but what about her? Would she? Would her alter-existence live on?
She heard the key in the lock. Cloey was suddenly awake and listening hard. The front door– thank God!
“Hello? Mrs. Chase? It’s me, Jessie.”
Jessie stood in the hall and must have come straight from work. She was back in uniform: pale blue business suit, nude nylons and pumps.
“Friday afternoon and things are a bit slow so Nick gave me the key...” Her voice trailed off when she saw the disconnected computer. “What the hell. Y
