Elara
The screech of metal against pavement cut through my dream like a knife.
I don't know why I'm standing here, somewhere near campus, watching the twisted wreckage of a car. Shattered glass covers the pavement like deadly diamonds. I can't make out the driver's face through the broken windshield.
But there's so much blood.
I jolt awake, heart pounding against my chest. My nightgown sticks to my skin, damp with cold sweat. The nightmare felt so real I can still taste the metallic fear on my tongue.
That bloody face in the car looked familiar somehow.
Outside my window, storm clouds hang low and dark, pressing down like a heavy blanket.
I wonder if this is what Dominic's world looked like during those months after his accident. If every day felt this heavy, this im
