Betty's POV. 

Just then, Megan stirred awake beside me and sat up, rubbing her sleepy eyes. 

The dim light from the bedside lamp cast soft shadows on her face as she looked at me, concerned slowly replacing her drowsiness.

“Betty… what’s wrong?” she asked, her voice low and heavy with sleep.

I swallowed hard, trying to find the right words. “It’s that nightmare again,” I whispered. “The same one… but this time, it felt real, Megan. Like, it actually happened to ...