Rebecca….
I woke up with a throbbing headache, overwhelmed by a feeling of panic. My breaths were ragged and my sheets were drenched in sweat. My vision was still blurry as I struggled to adjust my eyes to the rays of the sun that had penetrated the room.
Briefly glancing at the clock, I realized I had a few minutes to prepare for work. I rose from the bed, but the nightmare still lingered in my mind, with the images haunting me.
Rowland and I were in his boat, I had left to answer a phone call, and when I got back, Rowland was in chains, with Sebastian and Catherine, hovering over him. Their faces twisted in cruel grins, as they tormented him.
Rowland’s eyes pleaded for help, his body was battered and bruised and his fingernails were as sharp as knives. He kept muttering my name
