I don’t know what time it was when the nightmare started, but it felt real—too real. I was standing on the edge of a cliff, the wind whipping around me, making it hard to stay upright. There was someone behind me, a woman. I couldn’t see her face, but I knew her voice. It was thick, filled with anger, and she kept yelling at me. I tried to turn, to defend myself, but before I could react, she shoved me. I tumbled off the cliff, falling fast, the rocks rushing up toward me. The sound of ...