Smooth hills, clear skies, the cackle of joyous laughter, trees swaying in the breeze.
Laura was young once more, playing at the beach on an island with her grandfather. They were a happy family at least. Even though her mother was obsessed over her sisters, and her father drank with Dominic all day long, she had her grandfather by her side.
Occasionally, Delphi came to check on the both of them, but they were fine.
“I didn't have a nightmare, tonight,” she said, hugging her grandfather after a while as they sat on the beach.
“You have nightmares every night?” He asked calmly.
“No, not every night. Only when I come to see you. I get so troubled, and always dream of you being buried, and the world descending into darkness. It's always horrible, and I cry each time I wake. So it's w
