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17-Nightmares, Bonding, Tousled Sheets.

OLIVIA

Laughter echoed in the air as the car rounded a familiar bend.

"...And then Emma spilled her cereal on the table, then attempted to clean it up with paper towels, creating an even bigger mess, breakfast was pure chaos," I shared with my mum, the excitement evident in my voice.

"Typical Emma," my mother's laughter filled the car.

"And then Dallas walked in, all angry. You know how his angry face looks, so hilarious," I chuckled.

Excitement bubbled within us as my mum drove the car. Suddenly, headlights appeared from nowhere, glaring brightly into the dark car.

"Mum, look out!" I cried, a knot tightening in my stomach.

My eyes snapped open, and I jolted awake, heart pounding with a chilling unease. Sweat clung to my forehead, and my stomach tightened into knots as I recalled the vivid dream. While I've had nightmares about my mum dying or almost dying, they never involved me being in the car with her. In reality, I wasn't there, and I didn't even get to see her after she died. My
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