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Fire.
Smoke.
More fire.
Shattered glass scattered on the ground.
Tangled, metal pieces; remnants of the car.
More fire…
Screams. Were they Rachel’s screams?
Fire trucks. Emergency response vehicles.
Reporters.
People frantic.
The panic.
The explosion.
Ryan…
It was the same dream, the same nightmare, the same sleepless night.
Rachel awakened herself by her own screams, yet again. There was a burning in her throat. Could she have actually been screaming while dreaming? Tears wet her cheeks, streaking her face. Rachel’s clothes were wet with sweat. She was thankful she hadn’t awakened the kids.
She glanced at the clock: 4:30. There was point in trying to go back to sleep now. She might as well make the most of the time before the kids woke up, she thought.
This was “the” dream: the same dream, the one that had haunted her for the twelve months and twenty two days.