Capitolo VI

I didn't even know what I'd say when I jolted out of bed, and there's fire in my arm. I've overused the word fuck since I got shot, until I was plunging my hands inside the wound. Even in my dreams.

I immediately regret sitting up too fast when my shoulder throbbed. I couldn't even think straight. But the dream came flashing back like a wrecking ball swinging back. I don't usually remember the dreams when I wake, but this time was different. Everything was clear and I remember them vividly. Like it was a memory and not a dream. Like a premonition.

Lucas fucking De Marchi was haunting me even in my dreams. I shudder at the memory of his voice. It isn't possible for a person to know one's v