Jessica returned to her small apartment and, exhausted from staying up late the night before, went to bed early.

"No-ah-!"

No-please-

In her dream, her eyes reflected the searing glow of flames. The fire raged, painting everything red and orange.

Timothy was still inside.

She tried to call for help, using all her strength, but no sound would come out.

She struggled in the nightmare, frantic and powerless, watching Timothy run into the burning inferno.

It was so dangerous!

"No... no..."

Jessica jolted awake, drenched in cold sweat, her hair plastered to her forehead.

Even as she woke, the terror and worry from her dream clung to her.

On instinct, she reached for her throat. Just now, she could've sworn she'd made a sound!

hard-her throat still tingled as if it had vibrated with

eyes widened

years, not a single sound able

just now,

grip on her neck, she clutched at the blanket.

of silence, she could hardly believe

Was she still dreaming?

something rough and raw rising in

forcing

a faint vibration, the ghost

She stared, stunned.

made a

allowing herself

her all, she could only

tremor in her throat sent a sharp, burning pain through her neck,

and poured herself a glass

around the cup. Her voice was hoarse, barely audible-but it

trembled, and for the first time in so long, she felt a surge of happiness

feel the raw sting

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