CORA
Cora tosses and turns, trapped in a dream that makes no sense. The kind that changes point of view, location, and companions at an unsettling rate. People yelling. A sense of hopelessness. Driving a car from the backseat at night and the headlights keep going out. A dream in which there is fear, but nothing real to be afraid of.
Her ringing phone pulls her out so abruptly she’s disoriented and can’t make sense of where she is.
She gropes the nightstand. It’s the home calling at two in the morning.
“Hello?” Her voice, though groggy, is full of fear of the worst. The fall must have been worse than they thought. She broke a bone and is bleeding internally. They couldn’t stop it in time. Cora shakes her head.
“I’m so sorry to call so late.” It’s a man’s voice, and he identifies himse
