CHAPTER 10
When I open my eyes, one thought flashes through my mind: my dad may be a ghoul named Tim-29. It lines up with everything I learned from Mom and my dreamscapes. It’s just really depressing.
I step into the kitchen, ready for this morning’s Maternal Inquisition. Mom sits at our scratched Formica table, sipping her coffee. She eyes me carefully. “Did you have another dream?” The Inquisition beginneth.
“Yes, I did.”
“Do you want to talk about it?”
I almost say no. This whole ‘journey of discovery’ has been a bit of a bust. Taking a deep breath, I slide into the chair across from her. “I think I saw my father in a dreamscape last night.” I nervously drum my fingers on the tabletop. “Is he a ghoul named Tim-29?”
Her face is a cool mask. “Yes, that’s him.”
I cross my fingers. “
