Barbi sat up in bed, sweat dripping down her forehead. She couldn't breath.
It was that dream again. Her and Layla as children. She tried to hold on to more, to remember what had happened, but it had already started to slip away. She rubbed her stinging sweat from her eyes and laid back down. Then she felt her stomach lurch.
She was going to be sick.
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