I wake up from my dream with a searing pain in my right hand and wrist. I cry out in pain and my niece and nephew come running up the stairs to my aide. Brina jumps on the bed and whines at my hand, normally she would be growling right now.

“What is wrong?”

“My hand, it hurts like it has been crushed.”

I hold the hand to my chest as Brian slowly peels away my other hand to uncover what hides underneath. I look at my hand and see that what I was feeling is right, my hand looks like it has been beaten by a meat tenderizer.

“We...