Lily POV

The scream tore from my throat before I was fully awake. I sat bolt upright in bed, heart hammering, sweat soaking through my nightshirt. My hands clutched the blankets as I gasped for air, unable to shake the image from my nightmare, Alex's hands around my throat, Sarah's cold smile, Emma falling from the roof.

"Lily?" Tony's voice came from the doorway. He stood there in pajama pants and a t-shirt, his hand still pressed against his healing ribs. "Another nightmare?"

I nodded, unable to speak. This was the fourth night this week.

"I'll check on Emma," he said gently, disappearing down the hall.

I forced myself to...