Chapter 31. Over My Dead Body

“Did you think I’d really let you find love again?” Her laughter is so loud this time, I have to cover my ears. I feel the sound as a vibration in my brain.

“Rebecca….” I murmur.

She continues to laugh. “You marry again? Over my dead body!”

Gasping for air, I sit up, my hand to my chest. My eyes dart around the room, and I see I am in my bedroom. It’s night, and I am beneath the covers, wearing my pajamas.

My lungs burning, I suck in a few more deep breaths as I try to still the madness inside of me. Even though I am aware now that it was all a dream, images of the macabre scene I’ve just discovered still feel my mind.

Looking around the room again, I confirm I am alone. Rebecca is not here. Isla’s body is not mutilated and on display across the room.

I raise a hand to my forehead and collapse back onto the pillow. “It was just a dream,” I tell myself. “Just a stupid, stupid nightmare.”

My experience with such disturbances is profound; since