CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

She could not move again. Her eyes were glued shut. It was the dream again. Nora was back at the accident site. The cold night, the ominous aura of death looming in the atmosphere. Smoke rising from the car and the smell of fuel dripping under it filled her nose. She groaned in her sleep as the sound of raindrops on the crushed bonnet made her ears ring. Her father was not moving, he was too still and her mother’s breath was raspy and low. And of course, here comes Mr Glowy, his light beamed radiantly as he nipped over to the wreck. The rain stopped and turned to small water pearls, floating in the air. Marisa’s door opened without exacting any physical force on the door handle. He bent down and muttered to Marisa.

“What are you saying?!” Nora screamed.