Breakfast

A dream about Parker woke me from the most restful sleep I’ve gotten in a while. Being wrapped in Wyatt's arms feels safe, but guilt settles in my chest as my fingers run up and down his arm.

I frowned, suddenly feeling hesitant about moving forward with Wyatt so quickly. I knew that we had been building a relationship long before Parker passed, but it’s still so fresh.

In my dream, Parker was still alive. I felt him. Not just physically, but his presence. It felt more than a regular dream, but not immersive like my future telling dreams.

I watched from afar while he played with Helena in the yard of the house that we built together. She was a toddler. Parker chased her around while she ran screaming happily.

I felt a stray tear roll down my cheek thinking about the dream.

Helena will never have those moments with her father. She never even got to know him. That chance was stolen from the both of them. It makes my heart hurt to think about everything that we lost.

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