When Warren was finally tied up, hands and feet bound tight, Sylvia could finally let herself believe she was safe.

By then, she was already drenched in cold sweat, her whole body limp and heavy.

As she collapsed, strong arms caught her. Someone scooped her up and carried her out the door.

It was just like the last time-except this time, they both made it out okay.

Sylvia kept thinking this had to be a dream. She reached up and touched the man's face.

His stubble prickled her palm.

"Ouch. That's scratchy."

"I'll shave in a bit." Rupert's voice, always so tense, finally sounded a little lighter.

"Rupert," Sylvia whispered, running her hand gently over his brow.

He paused mid-step.

"Yeah?"

Just hearing his answer made her relax; it was like her whole body gave in to the darkness.

She slept hard, as if the whole world faded away.

In her dreams, old memories came flooding back-memories she'd tried so hard to lock away.

Everything felt upside down.

disaster in this life, she still couldn't accept the truth of what happened. What had she, Stella, and the

Knock knock knock.

rapped at the

to the States, Rupert had

on her every so often, knocking and asking if she was

She never answered.

how to face

do we do? She still won't talk to

quietly,

the sounds outside faded, Sylvia curled up tighter under the comforter, hugging her stomach.

the blankets suddenly got

the instant

her waist. Startled, she tried

"Let go!"

"It's me."

voice drifted through

Her mind

she couldn't

not the

of

they'd lost,

she

her tug at his

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