Her Past Is Blank

Wyoming felt her pulse quicken as beads of sweat dotted her forehead. With eyes closed, she shook her head, as if the action could help her block out the danger coming her way.

Then she stirred. Something jolted her to consciousness and realized she was having a nightmare.

Panting, she desperately bent her head, her hands gently caressing her slightly bulged tummy, and gasped in a sigh as relief gushed over her.

A sob escaped her lips when she realized her baby was safe.

She thought she had lost her.

Wyoming whimpered, blocking out that irascible thought from her mind. She does not want to think about that possibility. Her hand searched the bed for her pillow. When she found it, she clutched it protectively to her front like a shield while in her mind's eye, a blurred image played in recollection of her dreams. She shuddered as fear gripped her body. She dreamt her baby had been taken away from her.

A shadow glazed her dull eyes.

She thought it was real. It felt too real. She