Zoe closed the curtain, turned off the bedside lamp, and walked back into the bedroom. She lay on her side, curling into Arthur’s arms. Even asleep, he wrapped her in an automatic embrace, as if he somehow knew she needed it.

And there, in the warmth of that hug, her mind finally began to slow down.

Zoe drifted off completely. Her body finally surrendered. In the silence of the room, her breathing was slow and deep.

And it was in that state that the dream began.

She was sitting in the back seat