Earlier Today — Dante’s POV
“The purse…”
Her scream yanks me out of sleep. Lena’s thrashing, sheets twisted around her legs, head whipping side to side.
I sit up. Reach for her shoulder. “Lena.”
“Mom, no — I can’t.”
I freeze.
She talks in her sleep every night. Mumbles. Whimpers. But never this coherent.
“I can’t do this to him,” she breathes, still turning, still trapped in whatever hell she’s dreaming. “Mom, no…”
What the hell is she going on about? What did her mother do to her?
“NO!”
She bolts upright, screaming herself awake. Her chest heaves. Sweat clings to her hairline. For a second, she doesn’t know where she is. Then her eyes find me.
I keep my voice level. “You’ve been screaming for ten minutes.” A beat. “What’s wrong?”
She blinks hard, like she can rewind the
