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dream logic that ruled her sleeping world. They shared a long history of memories, laughs, and tender conversations, even if none of them actually happened in the waking world.
    In some ways, Dante was like Sam. They’d been close, and though she loved him, and she thought he loved her, they’d never kissed or been romantic in any way. Again, weird dream logic that made sense when she closed her eyes, but fell apart in the reason and ration of daylight.
    Dante first appeared in her dreams when she turned eight, about six months after her father showed up. Maybe that was why they’d never been romantic. Maybe he still thought of her like a little girl. Despite having never touched or kissed him, or even having seen him in more than a year, she felt closer to him than any other man she’d ever known, real or imagined. So calling him her boyfriend, even if only in the context of the dreams, made sense. And made her feel a little bit less alone.
    She hadn’t told Dr. Foster about Dante. She wasn’t sure why, if she were embarrassed, or if she felt she should keep him secret for another reason. She suspected a bit of both.
    Unfortunately, the pills that made her nightmares, hallucinations, and voices go away, also made Dante vanish around the same time.
    It was a small price to pay, but had been worth it. Besides, seeing him all the time had made her sad, just as waking up without her father had. After long nights with Dante, she woke time and time again to the reality that she had no real love. And sometimes that hurt as much as not having a father.
    But now, following the past two weeks of nightmares and hallucinations, she began to wonder if perhaps Dante would also return. She wasn’t sure if she even wanted him to, because in recent months she’d grown more attached to Sam, so seeing Dante would only confuse things. While the logical part of her brain easily separated reality from dream, her emotional side couldn’t. As crazy as it seemed, she felt a commitment to Dante.
    As she waded further into her dream world, and one landscape gave way to another, she found herself in front of her old house, the one by the sea, where she usually met her father. Anniversaries were always the toughest when it came to seeing him, and even tougher to wake up from.
    The sun kissed her skin as she approached the house and stepped inside. The house had no furniture. It never did. The glass doors in the rear were open, and she saw him standing on the balcony overlooking the sea. She went outside to join him. Only it wasn’t her dad on the balcony, but rather Dante. He turned, his dark hair blowing in the salty wind. He smiled, but there was a sadness in his eyes.
    “You’re here!” she said, wanting to run to him and hug him, hold him, and never let him go. But for some reason, he never let her touch him. As if doing so would cause him to vanish.
    “Noella,” he said, “You can see me?”
    “Yes, of course I can. It’s been so long,” Noella cried. “Where were you, and where have you been?”
    “You didn’t need me.”
    How can he say I didn’t need him? Doesn’t he realize that I always need him, and missed him when he went away, like winter waiting on a summer sky?
    “But you’re back now?” Noella asked, confused and terrified by whatever he wasn’t saying.
    He nodded.
    “Why?” Noella whispered.
    “Because now you need me,” he said. “They found you. They’re coming for you.”
    “What do you mean? Who’s coming?” Noella asked, fear growing in her gut.
    Dante never answered. He was gone, and Noella was suddenly bobbing on her back in an endless ocean, the sky churning above her in dark swirling clouds. Lightning pulsated behind the clouds like strobe lights, almost blinking a pattern. Thunder exploded above her, so loud it scared her and she momentarily went under. She surfaced, spitting salt water from her mouth, as the sky’s light show sped up.
    It is a pattern!
    But what does it mean?
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