Imogen's breath came sharp and fast as she sat up, her chest rising and falling with the leftover panic from the dream. Her hands fisted the sheets, her knuckles pale. For a moment, she didn't know where she was.
Seconds later, she realized it's her own room.
Slowly, her heartbeat settled. But her throat still burned from the scream she'd let out in the dream.
"Grandpa…" she whispered again, softer now.
Her arms wrapped around her knees as she pulled them to her chest. Her forehead pressed against them. Tears clung quietly to the corners of her eyes, but she didn't let them fall. Not this time.
"I'm not ready to lose you," she whispered.
He said he couldn't meet her again. Was it true? Or just part of the dream unraveling?
Her fingers tightened around the fabric of her nightgown.
"Oh my God! You're bleeding!" Helena's voice snapped through the silence beside her, sharp with surprise and concern.
