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Jordy Someone’s calling my name. I follow the voice down the dark tunnel, stumbling towards the light. “Jordy!” My eyes fly open and I heave in a breath like I’ve been underwater. “f*****g fates, Kit, what was that?” “I had a dream,” I whimper, and flinch as he cuts on the light. “A bad one.” “It’d have to be bad. You were thrashing and crying out.” He cups my chin, examines my face. “Here.” He reaches over and grabs the glass of water by the bedside table and hands it to me. “You wanna tell me what it’s about?” “No,” I say honestly. I don’t want to relive it. I don’t want to talk about that night. I don’t want to remember it. Ever. He waits, expectant. I’m grateful for the reprieve, a chance to get my heartbeat back to normal. I open my mouth. I could tell him. I’ve already spill