The wedding plans

"I slept for about three days straight once we got back to London. I needed it. and returning to my familiar surroundings did help a great deal," I told Dr. Roswell. "I'm starting the research project the university approved for me, and have good friends around me helping to plan this wedding." "How are the night terrors now that you are off the medication?" she asked. "It's inconsistent. I started having them again after I stopped the pills, but now that this stuff now that my dad has died—they've stopped again. Do you think it's because my mind is now full of something worse to take the place of what I dreamed before?"

Dr. Roswell looked at me carefully and asked, "Is the death of your father worse than what happened to you when you were seventeen?"

Whoa. Heavy question, that. And one I had never pondered before. My first urge was to say that of course, the death of my father was worse, but, if I was honest with myself, I don't think it was. I was an adult now and could see things w