Three months later
Three months laterThree months laterThunder crashed, and Ryan bolted upright in his bed. His apartment was pitch-black except for the occasional flash of lightning coming through the windows. He fought to catch his breath and calm his racing heart.
Fragments of a dream clung to his skin, caressing him with invisible hands. An intoxicating scent lingered in the air. He breathed deep, but already the scent was fading and the feel of a woman in his arms was slipping away. She was gone. That nameless specter that haunted his dreams was gone again. He could conjure no face, no memory, only a bone-deep sense that something that meant the world to him, something priceless, was gone.
pricelessHe’d had this dream so often, especially when it rained. Each time he woke, a ghost
