Ayanne
The dreams weren’t real. They weren’t real.
They were nightmares concocted by her psyche or something combined with memories.
Every single night, the same dreams of Zuri in a freaking cage.
When Toby got tired of her not answering him about what was bothering her, she finally caved.
The hug lasted for what may have been hours. She wasn’t sure. He held her on the couch at Brady’s whispering nice things to her.
She hadn’t had the same dream the past few nights, thankfully. So maybe whatever fear she was having was gone. Even that voice of self-doubt disappeared.
She had a feeling that one was Vanessa. She was always saying things to make Ayanne feel better. Different from the way Toby did.
Vanessa seemed to understand, was all. Like an older sister with good advice.
Vanessa
