Bethany POV
The horror. Was it a dream or a memory?
Hank took my vitals as Theo rocked me back and forth, saying soothing words to calm me down. I was so upset, this dream or memory had terrified me. Could my Mum do such a thing?
Would Cynthia?
It breaks my heart to think either would, but the dream was so real.
Hank gave me a sweet tea, not something I like, but he said I needed the sugar after the trauma I had just been through. I sipped it, and it had some brandy in it, too, and the alcohol burned my raw throat as it went down; I felt the warmth go all the way to my stomach.
'Bethany, did you have a memory or a nightmare?' Hank asked me, concern laced his voice.
'I do not know, it felt so real, but I do not understand why?' I whimpered back because it was true. I had no idea.
