“Don’t tell Hakim what?”
“I think,” she said, then stopped, swallowed hard, and tried again. “I think I’m becoming like my mother was.”
“The nightmares?”
“It’s just like hers were,” April said, her voice falling to a whisper. “But there’s other stuff, stuff when I’m awake. I’m hearing things. All sorts of things, but there’s never anything there. Worse is when I’m not sure if I’m awake or if I’m asleep. When I’m somewhere in between, usually when I’m alone when the rest of you are out and I’m trying to nap, but sometimes even when you’re all there with me, sleeping. I can feel someone in the room, looming over me. There’s definitely someone there, and he presses down on my chest and I can’t breathe.”
“It’s all right,” Lars said, squeezing her hand again.
“I really don’t think it is,”
