“When I was in England, at my mum’s, I had a dream… well, nightmare.” Oh no. My heart sinks. I knew his nightmares had come back, but it still hurts me to hear about it. “I’m sorry those dreams came back.” “No, they didn’t just come back, Tess. They were worse.” I swear that I feel his body shiver, but his face holds no emotion. “Worse?” How could they possibly be worse? “It was you, they were… doing it to you,” he says, and ice replaces the warm blood in my veins. “Oh.” My voice is weak, pathetic.
This feels like info she did not need
