He presses a hand to his chest. “I couldn’t breathe.” “It was just a dream.” Still panting, he looks my way. “Did I hurt you?” “No,” I assure him, even though my hip is throbbing. The man has iron kneecaps. He groans again, stretching an arm over his head to better catch his breath. “It always feels so real.” His voice sounds haunted. Is this just about his sister? What other demons does he carry? I lie back down on my side, tucking my arm under my pillow. “Do you wanna talk about it? Sometimes that helps.” He goes still as he considers. “No.” It’s hard not to take that as rejection. “You’ve
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