"When did it start?” I moved my gaze away from the window. Rain splattered against the thick surface which blocked its ceaseless sound from entering the room. A dull ache pulsed inside me to hear the noise. Anything to drown out this mind-numbing stillness. I stared emotionlessly at Dr. Abagnale. “What did?” In the corner of my eyes, an imposing frame shuffled from the wall. I could feel Dante’s disapproving stare. The corner of Dr. Abagnale’s lips quirked up impatiently. He would have released that sigh he had been holding for a while if it weren’t for Dante’s hovering figure behind him. “Your nightmares, dear.” I pursed my lips. I didn’t want to give more information that Dante could hold over me. This was supposed to be between me and the doctor but even if I requested it, I knew he’d tell him anyway. I didn’t see the point of making a big deal out of it. He’d know one way or another. “I don’t remember but I was told it was right after my mother’s accident.” “Do you rememb