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

not a single sound able to escape

just now,

at the blanket. Could it be possible? Had she

of silence, she could hardly believe

Was she still dreaming?

of something rough and raw

forcing an

the ghost of a

She stared, stunned.

actually made a

disappointments, she'd stopped allowing herself even the hope that

giving it her all, she could

tremor in her throat sent a sharp, burning

poured herself a glass of warm water,

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

in so long, she felt a surge of happiness so

feel the raw sting in

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