Ellen
I jolt awake, drenched in a cold sweat, as my body trembles at the images still fresh in my mind. I had a terrible nightmare about Claire murdering Oscar with her bare claws. The picture of his dead body claws at the edges of my consciousness, refusing to let go. It was blood everywhere, and his gaze was cold and distant.
“Ellen? What’s wrong?” Christian’s voice brings me back from the brink of a panic attack. His arms envelop me like a warm blanket, offering solace from the terror that threatens to consume me. I blink away tears, trying to make sense of the nightmare that felt so real only moments ago.
Was it a vision?
No.
It couldn’t be...right? I don’t have that sort of power. But then again, maybe the baby in my belly does, and I somehow borrowed that power? No. What am I th
