EIGHTY-SIX
I found the papers in my bag the next morning, under the clothes I'd stuffed into it when I got changed for the gig.
The writing on the first page was Nathan's and it was rough.
I started writing down my nightmares, too. I thought you should know.
The pages beneath were all word processed, a printout of something he'd typed. I sat down and read it.
Normal nightmares are never this clear and constant. I only close my eyes and I'm there again, so real it's heartbreaking. And I can never change what happens, no matter how much I want to.
Mike found me first. "Here," he said as he threw something to me.
I caught it without thinking. I recognised the keys to my car and looked at him, wanting to ask why he'd given me the keys back, when I was on my way to see her.
"You'll nee
