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Stefan

"Veronica!"

I tore my shirt off to cover my mouth and nose and ran to the stairs. Thick smoke made it impossible to see.

"Veronica, where are you?"

Nothing. Not from her.

But a bark.

I stood at the top of the stairs and looked down the hall at the last door. The one farthest from me. More barking. It was Charlie.

The hallway seemed to grow longer as I moved, too slowly even as I charged, battling the nightmare, the demons who kept replaying that reel, over and over and fucking over again.

"Veronica!"

Something crashed behind me, a beam falling, the ceiling opening to the sky. Choking, I went forward, reaching the door. Charlie's barking was continuous now.

"Veronica. I'm here." I touched the door handle. It burned. Wrapping my T-shirt around it, I turned it.

In the nightmare, it was locked. It was always locked, and I had to break the door down. That's what always slowed me down. I could never reach her in the nightmare. Not when it was my mother. Not when it was Veronica. But
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