Megan POV

I am back in the field.

The moment I open my eyes and see the flowers, I feel a staggering sense of relief, and I crumple to my knees.

Today, there is no one here. There is a nice breeze blowing, but I don’t notice it. I wrap my arms around myself and sob in loud, gasping cries.

I know this is a dream.

I know this isn’t real.

I must have passed out during the torture.

And then I feel an arm wrap around my shoulders. Startled out of my tears and fear, I look up, and my eyes widen before I throw myself into the arms...