The nightmares were worse and seemed endless. The dreams usually followed such a set pattern, but that night they almost felt like a movie stuck on replay. Just as I was ready to hit the water, I’d be back where I started. Then to make matters worse, images of my dad entered the fray. I’d never had dreams featuring both of them before.Leaving Boston might have been a way to avoid memories of Adam, but I couldn’t stay in my childhood home without thinking about my dad. I idly wondered if I was being punished for actually enjoying myself. With relief, I pulled myself out of bed and got dressed. Heading out for another run, I decided to take a different route. I wasn’t about to take the chance of running into Mr. Mathews again considering his son had just left my bedroom a few hours before. I headed up a few blocks, running along the beach, but in the opposite direction. The downside was that I was running into the wind when it was earlier and cooler out. At least I hoped that, when I was exhausted on the way back, it would be easier.
