Chapter 10
The dream started as it always did. It was the dream that convinced him she was still alive. He saw Charity standing in the dark, an almost perfect dark. She held her arms out, shouting daddy . . . daddy as he ran to her, and he seemed to run forever. This time though she was not the toddler he’d last seen six years ago. She was growing up so fast, he might not have known her out of this context, and that scared him more than the dream itself. She was nine now, not his baby girl anymore.
Would she recognize him if he ever found her?
In the distance between them he could see the pendant that hung around her neck. It flashed at him like a tiny star.
It was like running through water; the air seemed to clutch at him, hold him in place. It felt like the waking world was
