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that’s how I thought of him now. A friend. He had seen me through a lot. He helped me piece my memory together in the months following the accident. When I thought Jesse was still alive. He never forced me to face the awful truth until he thought I was ready. And he had been there when Clyde showed up.
    I was pretty sure that seeing me possessed had shaken him in some ways too.
    He asked about Ty and Kate and my job.
    “I have a question,” I said a few minutes later. “If you have time.”
    “Sure,” he said, still breathing hard.
    He buried his face in a towel and then looked up.
    “I guess I’m on a little bit of roll,” I said. “I beat Jesse the other day.”
    “Wow,” he said, smiling. “That doesn’t happen every day.”
    “First time.”
    That was one good thing that came out of the Clyde encounter. Ever since seeing me during those dark hours, Dr. Krowe was a believer. He always seemed open to the possibility, but now I felt that he sincerely believed I really saw Jesse.
    His breathing finally returned to normal.
    “Okay. So what’s the question?”
    “I’ve had these dreams lately,” I said. “And I’ve been seeing colors in them. Well, just one to be exact. Red. And I was wondering if it’s possible, from a medical standpoint, if it might be a sign that my ability to see color is, you know, returning.”
    I didn’t want the get into the details of the dreams or visions, if that’s what they were. I didn’t feel like telling him about the ghost or the body on the ground or the blood. At least, not yet.
    He was quiet for a moment.
    “Red. That’s very interesting,” he said, looking off like he was still thinking about it. “And normally, since the accident, you only dream in black and white, is that correct?”
    “Yes, except for that one dream I had about Jesse during the, uh, Clyde thing.”
    He rubbed his chin.
    “Honestly, off the top of my head, Abby, I don’t know. I would have to do a little research on that. But I could see where you might think that. Stranger things have happened. Perhaps the damage you suffered during the drowning to that part of your brain wasn’t permanent. And if that’s the case, I think it would be possible for your ability to see colors to come back slowly over time. That doesn’t mean that’s what you’re experiencing. But I will definitely look into it. I’m sure there are some case studies out there. Give me a few days, and then I’ll have you stop by the office and we’ll talk about it some more. I mean, if you don’t mind going there.”
    “I don’t mind,” I said. “Like old times. Thanks, Dr. Krowe. I appreciate it.”
    I really did. He never sent bills anymore.
    I smiled and nodded my goodbye before heading to the locker room.
    “Wait,” he said. “What kind of things have you been seeing in your dreams?”
    “What?” I said.
    “Well, you said you see the color red. What’s the object or objects? An apple, a car, a tomato? What is it in relation to?”
    I should have known he would ask.
    “Blood,” I said. “I see blood.”
     

 
    CHAPTER 14
     
    I walked past the line in front of the large steel double doors. I smiled nervously at a few people and looked away quickly, wishing David and I had come together. I hadn’t ever helped out at a soup kitchen before and while I was glad to be doing it, I wasn’t sure what to expect. And as I glanced at the worn jackets and the children standing out in the cold, I couldn’t help feeling guilty for the things I had and the way I lived. For the roof over my head at night and the clothes in my closet and the food that I ate. And all those other things I took for granted.
    But it was more than that.
    Nathaniel’s first victim had been a homeless man. He had killed him by the river. I had seen it in another vision. The image came back now, reflected in these hungry faces, leaving me feeling uneasy.
    Some of these people were obviously homeless. I had probably seen a few of them