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!

still tingled as if

eyes widened in

a single sound able to escape

now,

clutched at the blanket. Could it

these years of silence, she could

Was she still dreaming?

something rough and raw rising in her throat- was

again, forcing

the ghost of a voice, rasping

She stared, stunned.

made

after so many disappointments, she'd stopped allowing herself even the hope that one day she could

it her all, she could only manage the

burning pain

poured herself a glass of warm

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

long, she felt a surge of happiness so fierce it nearly drowned out the pain

feel the raw sting in her

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