Emily! No! Oh my God. No! Don’t let this happen. Not her. Please, God. Not Emily! She bowed her head, covered her face with her hands, sobbed. Her mother rushed into the room, sat beside her, and put her arm around her shoulders. “Allie, what’s wrong? What happened?” She pulled Allie’s head against her side, caressed her cheek. “It’s okay, Hon. It’s okay. Easy now.” Allie moaned, shuddered through her tears. “She’s dead, Mom. She’s dead. They’re all gonna die.” “Who’s dead, Allie? Who’s gonna die?” “Emily’s dead, and the others are gonna be.” “So you had a dream, didn’t you?” Nancy felt her heart plunge into a deep abyss, realized she’d waited too long. She felt Allie’s head nodding against her breast. “What did you dream, Hon . . . no, never mind, don’t talk. Just cry it out, Baby.” She pulled her daughter closer, tenderly caressed her neck. She swayed her own head slowly back and forth, angry she hadn’t recognized what was happening or tried to avert it.
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