"Megan?"

I jerked my head up at the sound of my name. I opened my eyes to see Mark on his knees in front of me, his hands on my shoulders. For a second I was unsure of where I was or what had just happened. No, wait. I knew, I had just had a terrible nightmare. I had dreamt of Frank hurting me, and somehow, it had turned into my brother doing it. Blinking my stinging eyes, I wondered why I was sitting on the floor, and realized that Mark looked as if he were crying.

"Megan!" he said again, "A...are you okay? I...I'm sorry! I..."

I shifted on...