Morningside Cuesta ii. nine lives

His heart was pounding in his ears, but finally, he understood. This was still a dream, right? His dreams never made sense, and this didn’t either. But he’d never known when he was dreaming, before, and there was a terrible sense of reality, here.

"You’re scaring me, Khoe," he said quietly. "I don’t understand. I don’t - " I don’t remember, he’d been about to say, but abruptly, he did, and for a moment, his face went slack as he thought back with fascination to the strange scenes and flashes that’d plagued him all night. Greeneyes. Adeline. Addie.

“This is our daughter, and you need to tell me right now if she’s okay,” said Grayday, his voice venomous. Part of him wanted to go on, to reassure her that they would talk about this, but only once he’d heard about their daughter’s health - but fury was building, forming a blockade in his throat. How could she be so petty? Didn’t she see that there were more important thing going on?