68. A Coward
Michelle
“Mom…” Candace's little voice calls me, and I immediately look up. I went to her room to keep her company after lunch, but she was sleeping deeply, as she has often done since she got sick.
“I'm here, sweetheart,” I say as I get up from the chair and approach her bed.
“I had a nightmare…” she says, frowning, with that expression so typical of her, as if she believed the dream could become real.
“And what did you dream about? Do you want to tell me?”
She remains silent for a moment, thoughtfully, as if debating whether to speak or not.
“My grandmother used to say that if you asked a dream, it wouldn't come true.”
“Is that so?”
I smiled, trying to lighten the weight of whatever she saw in her dream.
“Well… then I can tell you without fear.”
She clears her t
