Grace found herself in cold storage. Her guess was the morgue. She opened a drawer sure that was the right one. When she uncovered the sheet, instead of Dolores an inert Zach lay there.
She nudged him. “Zach, ask me. Ask me for help."
Then his eyelids snapped open like a shade let loose. “No, Grace you can't help me."
She screamed. Someone shook her.
“Grace."
“No," she said. Zach wouldn't let her go.
“Grace, wake up."
In that moment of clarity as you become awake when the shreds of the dream still linger on you, but you know what it was, Grace knew Zach's arms were around her. For real. He wasn't prone on a slab.
Her heart pounded in her throat. Her limbs shook as they grabbed him. The dream had been so real. She could see him on that slab as if her brain had taken a photo. If the
