Chapter 67

For no apparent reason, the nightmares become more vivid, the scenes begin to fit together, and I notice a special difference: I'm not looking from above. I don't have a limited space in these nightmares. I'm the little girl, and the man who offers me the cookies that make me sleepy has the face of my boyfriend's father. Andrew Styles appears in several dreams. The unmistakable full mustache and the lavender smell of your clothes filling the small basement where I am chained.

It makes me uncomfortable and terrified. When I meet Henry the next day and he asks if I'm okay, the words are ready to be spit out. A sudden feeling of distrust haunts me and I want to test your loyalty: Would you believe it if I said that it is your father who I see in my dreams? But I just chew the words and swallow them, throwing one: "I'm just trying to adapt," and he believes it. I hope he doesn't believe it. I beg him not to listen to me and try to see t