I’m lying in bed and dreaming. In my dream, I’m with Tobias, my husband, and we’re laughing and talking…. But suddenly he grows still. When I look at him I see blood staining his shirt. He’s been shot. I’m screaming for help, but nobody is listening. That’s when I hear a little girl’s voice.
“Mommy,” she says, she’s yelling now. “Mommy! Mommy!” When I wake up my daughter, Raven, is standing in front of me. Her cheeks glistening from the fresh tears.“You were yelling in your sleep Mommy, I-I was scared,” Raven whimpers.“Oh, baby, I’m sorry. It was just a bad dream,” I tell her as calmly as possible. “Do you want to talk about it?” she asks me. For a six-year-old, she is so mature. Five years after I had her, Tobias got a letter saying that he needed to leave. That there was something threatening us outside our city. We’ve been sending each other letters, but he doesn’t know when we’ll see him again.
“Yes,” I reply, my eyes starting to wet with tears. She climbs into my bed and stares into my eyes. Sometimes I swear she can see everything; my secrets, my hopes, my past. I tell her about the dream. Well, the nightmare really.
The next morning we get a letter from Tobias.
Tris and Raven,
Hello, my beautiful girls! I miss you so much. It’s been pretty rough around here, I guess. Raven, I hope you enjoy the teddy bear I bought you. It’s in the box and squeeze the left hand. Tris, please don’t overreact, okay? I’m in St. Peters Hospital. I’m fine, but I got shot in the leg. I know you’re probably yelling at me right now, but just remember: I LOVE you. I love you too, Raven.
The dashing husband