OK.
I guess that I’m going to murder my mother-in-law.
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Idon’t exactly hear the words.
I feel them.
I feel her.
Theo.
It’s as though she’s close, but how is that possible?
I’m lost in the dark. She can’t be here.
And it’s so cold in here; there’s a weight, a suffocating weight that presses against my chest, pinning me into the silence.
Theo.
Her name is the mantra that keeps me tethered. Without it, I fear I’ll float away.
Am I back in the airless land? But it’s so dark here, no white sand.
There are moments when I can almost feel her fingers on my skin. The touch of her breath on my flesh.
The ghost of her words.
Words.
Concentrate, Wes, concentrate.
There’s something I have to remember.
What were the words?
A flicker of comprehension in my brain.
I think she said…
Did she say…?
I’m going to kill your mother.
Panic floods my body. It’s the first thing I’ve felt in months that isn’t just a dull ache.
No, Theo, no.
Some part of me knows there is a warning I have to give. This dull brain of mine has a secret that needs to be shared.
What is it?
There’s something... something she doesn’t know.
Move.
Wake up.
