CHAPTER FIFTY FOUR

A sudden jolt of pain wakes me, and I couldn’t be more thankful for it.

“I had the worst nightmare,” I mumble to James. “You wouldn’t believe it. I know they say that can sometimes happen with pregnancy, but I wasn’t expecting anything like this.”

James doesn’t answer, so I role over but instead of being greeted by James, I’m stopped by a horrible pain in my shoulder.

I open my eyes and look up at a dust filled sky.

I remember. But it can’t be. It all has to be a nightmare. It has to be a nightmare. This can’t be real life.

I close my eyes again as tears fall. If this wasn’t a nightmare, then they won’t ever stop falling. It has to be a nightmare. It has to be a nightmare.

I don’t want to look, but I know that I must. I have to get some sort of idea as to what’s real and what’s not. I did just wake up, after all. So, most of it could be a nightmare. It has to be.

Eyes open, I look to my side and see a pack I don’t recognize. Or at least, I don’t want to recognize them.

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