I stepped back and dropped my hand.

Maybe if I hadn't ended things, I would have asked him what was going on, given the nightmares and now this. We'd been friends if nothing else. But I'd set our boundaries and to muddy things up now wouldn't be to anyone's advantage.

I went up to my bedroom, clutching my phone, unable to banish the image of him. I thunked my head back against my headboard twice before dialing his number, praying it went to voicemail so I could hang up ...