ZADOK

“It’s a dream. It will be over soon.” Ithra said, tapping her face.

My eyes narrowed at her, and she didn’t seem surprised. She didn’t seem like this was strange to her. It seemed like it was business to her. 

I walked to her and held her by the arm, “Have you been here before?”

She struggled out of my hold and continued pacing, “It’s all a dream, Ithra. Focus.” 

Irritated at her constant pacing and refusal to speak, I walked to her and pinched her cheeks, and she let out a screech. 

“Do you still think it’s a dream?” I deadpanned. 

I watched as her eyes grew large,...