If Rose had known that Seth Thornton, her seemingly unassailable neighbor, suffered from nightmares just like she did, she might have just laughed. It was too ridiculous, too melodramatic.
But that night, she didn’t know of Seth’s dreams. She only knew of her own, and she wished that she could be rid of them once and for all.
She always dreamed the same dream: the day when Johnny had brought her to his apartment and told her he had a deal for her. She’d been all of twenty, naïve and sheltered, and Johnny had charmed her the moment she’d met him. He was handsome and witty, and he told her she was beautiful.
When you grow up with a brother and no parents, and that same brother tries to hide you from the world in his best effort to keep you safe, it ironically creates a situation where you
