I pulled away from her, shaking like I was having a seizure. The room was dark, and for a moment I only heard my own heavy breaths. I felt like I was drowning in black waters, unable to get back to the surface. Slowly and steadily I started recognising my bedroom, my clothes on the floor, and Claire. Sweat drenched my face; my T-shirt was stuck to my back. It was just a nightmare. I was dreaming about that day when Charlotte made a decision to leave Claire and check out that damned bungalow. I cursed a few times, trying to lift myself off the floor, desperate for more air.
Claire was lying on her back staring at me with shock and fear. She was so fucking pale.
"Are you okay? What happened?" I asked, not recognising my own voice. Cold chills shivered through me. Destructive images from the past flooded back into me, reminding me that I had no one in this world, that I was so fucking lost.