“How did you know his name?” “You used to have nightmares. Every night you thrashed and cried out. Sometimes I would take your blankets off and open the window, just to see if cooling you off would help, but it never did. I began bringing in extra blankets in hopes that would calm you. It never worked, either. Eventually, you stopped having the nightmares.” Grimm shrugged. “But every time you did, you always said one name. Ira.
