CHAPTER FIFTY NINE

RYKER

I woke to the sound of Roxanne’s moans of discomfort. She was sweating profusely, and I checked to see if the windows were open—they were. Her words were a jumble in her sleep, but I caught fragments: "I'm sorry" and "Luna.”

Tears slipped down her closed eyes. I felt a surge of fear and worry. Why wasn’t she waking up from this nightmare?

Suddenly, Roxanne screamed out, "Mom!" and sat upright. Her eyes were wide with terror, and the tears gushed out even faster. I wrapped my arms around her trembling body and held her close, saying nothing. She clung to me, burying her face in...