Chapter 24: Who Is Dawn?
The following morning, Abigail woke up with a start from a nightmare thanks to the shrill of her alarm clock.
Her heart pounded wildly as she reached for her phone to silent it. Her chest felt tight and her breathing was uneven as she sat up in bed.
She pressed a trembling hand to her forehead, the vivid images of screeching tires, and shattering glass, ringing in her head.
Abigail inhaled deeply, reassuring herself she was safe. She slid out of bed, walked into the en-suite bathroom and splashed water on her face.
When she came out, she sat on the edge of the bed as she tried to figure out her nightmare.
It was the same nightmare she had the previous night. She had been talking.
Why did she keep having the feeling that the nightmare was a memory and not a mere dream?
What she couldn't understand was why she was talking in her dream yet her father had said she was born mute.
The cook's words about a tragedy replayed in her head and she realized she had been so exhausted and had forgotten to check it out on the internet.
What had happened all those years ago that no one wanted to talk about? And why did it feel like she was on the cusp of remembering something buried deep within her?
She needed answers.