My eyes flew open as I shot up in bed, my heart slamming so hard against my ribs that the sound roared inside my ears. I stared frantically across the dark bedroom, searching the shadows for a threat that wasn’t there. The only illumination came from the full moon, seeping through the blinds to cast stark, pale white lines across the walls and floor.
I wiped a shaking hand across my forehead, brushing away the cold sweat gathering along my hairline. A slow, irritated sigh escaped my lips as my breathing gradually leveled out.
It was just a nightmare.
It was the exact same nightmare that consistently infiltrated my sleeping hours, arriving like a ghost out for revenge. This particular ghost was born the moment my mother died. I had no actual memory of what happened that night; everything
