Terror gripped him and he couldn’t draw a breath into his lungs even though they burned for oxygen. Blood dripped from the edges of the coffin. He didn’t want to see what was inside but his feet kept moving and his heart thundered against his rib cage almost hard enough to rattle his bones. His lungs screamed for air, but he couldn’t pull any in. He took another step closer and he could see a hand, a small hand, holding the side of the coffin. As he stepped around the side, he saw her face immersed in blood. The boy looked up, tears tracking down his cheeks. “You killed her,” he whispered. Air rushed into Ty’s lungs, enough to bellow, “No!” Ty sat up, his eyes wide and his breath coming in quick bursts as the nightmare held on. His eyes darted around the room, the sight of the familiar concrete walls calming him enough so he caught his breath. Jessica woke with a start to his scream. She reached out, touching him and he turned her way with wide terrified eyes. “Shh,”
