Chapter 2
Two weeks later
Officer Sean Patton’s voice woke him. “Code Three, I’m shot! Code Three, I’m shot!”
“Sean, you’re dreaming again. It’s okay, baby, I’m here. Wake up. You’re safe.”
His eyelids snapped open and his heart pounded. “Oh, Debbie.”
At first, he thought he was in his own apartment. His eyes focused and he finally recognized the two nightlights in Debbie’s bedroom—a kitty light on the mirrored dresser, and an angel on the wall shelf.
Debbie turned on the table lamp. The light cast itself on the four bedposts, the satin sheets, and music boxes on the dresser. The painting of the blue roses in a nearly invisible vase looked like they came straight out of a fantasy world. He sucked in deep breaths in search of calm. A mix of perfume and potpourri always made her apartm
