By the way, he stared at her intently, as if trying to get enough of her with just his eyes.
Amelia sat up, one hand pressing against her chest, feeling a lingering sense of unease. Her face remained pale for quite some time.
"What's wrong? Another nightmare about the plane crash? I asked Benny Palmer to reach out to a psychologist. Maybe you'd feel better with a session?"
The woman dazedly shook her head. "It wasn't the plane crash... I dreamt of the kids... They kept calling for me, like they were in danger."
Christopher took her hand again. "It's deep in the night back home; they're all asleep, dreaming themselves. There's no danger. You're just too tense—haunted by the shadow left by the plane crash, letting your imagination run wild."
"I hope you're right..."