“Maeve!? Maeve, sweetheart, wake up! Maeve, come back to me!”
It feels like I’m drowning, desperately clawing my way out of the water, and then, when I finally break the surface, I bolt up gasping for air. As soon as I have enough air to produce a sound, that’s when I start screaming.
“Easy… easy there, love… I’m here… it’s just a dream…” Elijah murmurs over and over again, hugging me close. “It’s just a bad dream…”
As I cry noisily, my whole body is tormented by the sobs that I can’t manage to stop, no matter how hard I try. I am racked with agonizing guilt from that long-forgotten past and torn by my contrasting emotions. On one hand, I’m glad Elijah woke me up and helped me escape that nightmare but… now how will I know what truly happened to Amber!? And what had happened to me as we
