Four
Just before dawn and only minutes after he’d finally dozed off, Nick was jerked awake by an ear-piercing shriek. Disoriented, he didn’t have time to gather his bearings before an elbow collided with his injured shoulder. He gasped as pain shot through it. In a snap, everything came rushing back in a parade of sickening images, and he pulled himself upright as bile rose in his throat, taking several slow, shallow breaths to quell the nausea.
Beth thrashed in her sleep, and he grunted as her fist hit his stomach. He positioned his free hand defensively to knock away her flailing arms, afraid touching her at all would terrify her more.
“Beth, wake up. Come on, sweetie. It’s just a bad dream.”
“Don’t touch me!” she screeched, still asleep.
“Beth!”
Her eyes popped open, and she stare
