How is that even… You still dream this? Wait, you saw it before it happened?” Now the tears were flowing freely, she made no effort to stop them. “I don’t know how far before, I don’t really know when he was hurt. I thought maybe you’d know, or Bri maybe. Last night, after I came home, I went and looked in my journal. I wrote about the dream the first time I had it, so I know when that was. But I don’t know how long after that it actually happened.” Jenn moved from the sofa over to the love seat, running her hand up and down Dani’s back. She hastily swiped at the tears again, forcing them back down her throat. She had cried more in the last two days than the last five years. A few minutes had passed while Dani sucked in air, trying to dredge up her control. It didn't seem to work too well as tears continued to flow. “Damn it! I never cry. This has got to stop!” “Maybe you should just let it out. It might be healthier.” “No. No… I’m done.” One more quick swipe across her cheeks.
