I’M IN REEVE’S ROOM WHEN HE COMES STUMBLING home. I watch from behind a curtain as Kat parks his truck in the driveway, helps him up the stairs, and then runs down the street with her dog.
She knows my secret. I didn’t mean for her to see me. Even though it was only for a second, it made me feel . . . naked. Exposed.
But it doesn’t matter.
Reeve comes in and passes out cold on his bed. I put my hand to his forehead, enter his dream.
He’s already at the lighthouse. He’s there, ready to jump.
I see that, and then I lift my hand. I let him have a bad dream all on his own. And when he wakes up, that’s when it will happen. I can feel it.
