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Dreams
Bailey Bank and Trust, Alvin, Texas
Dreams came to Peyton in fits and starts. Some were nightmares, nightmares of that terrible night. During her waking hours, Peyton was blissfully unable to remember the details of the attack. But at night, the demons came. She would see herself in the back room of that cheap bar. The smell was etched onto her mind, like carvings in a statue. The memories were filled with the stench of bad body odor and stale beer. Just walking through the door of that place had been her only mistake. But then again, a woman should be able to go wherever she damn well pleases without being attacked. The rage grew inside her.
There were other dreams of the attack where she would see flashes of the face of the man who saved her. The concussion had removed most
