#Chapter 151 - Dreamscape

Emily I’m small again. It hits me before I even realize what’s happening—the absence of weight pulling at my belly, the smoothness of my arms and legs, my tiny hands curling into fists I haven’t seen in years. I glance down and the pale nightdress brushes against knees that feel too knobby, too frail. My heart lurches. I know this place. It is a home that my mother and I wished to desperately escape from. This is a home filled with the nightmares of my past, the weight of my father’s sins as they follow me at every turn of my life. The dreamscape dragged me to this damned place, one that feels as if it was plucked from the depths of my memories. The house is dim, lit by the soft flicker of a lamp on the counter. Shadows creep over the walls, long and shifting, just like they did when I was a little girl. And there they are — my parents — standing in the kitchen, their voices pitched low at first, sharp edges hidden under whispers. “Margaret, you have to listen—” my father b