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Fiona’s POV. Another dream where I’m standing in that room again, with that child. This time the child isn’t crying, isn’t screaming, she just sits there, silent and unmoving and somehow that’s more scary than when she was crying. As usual the dream haunts me for most of the day, it leaves a pounding feeling in my head that’s hard to ignore, but of course I must because I don’t want have to explain to the triplets or Amelia and Ellia why I’m constantly wincing and staring into space. I always had these dreams. But never these frequently. Usually I had them once every two years, usually around my birthday and usually I woke up mostly unable to remember anything. But for some reason now the dreams replayed over and over in my head, clear as day, it wasn’t something I could push away or s