Peter cleared his throat, uncomfortable but determined to go on. “The dream I had the other night was different. The first time, that figure—death or whatever it was—it came right up to us. And though I didn’t witness this part, I believe it took David. I was being resuscitated at this point so I can’t be sure. Maybe my so-called rescuers took me away from David.” Tears stung his eyes. “Maybe, if they’d left well enough alone, I could’ve helped him.”
