Catch You (Rebel Ink #5)

COREY

The second Harlow’s taxi turned the corner at the end of the street this morning, I took off in the other direction toward the studio.

I was numb, and the only thing I could see was the horror from my nightmare. I knew I’d had it. I always do. Whether I remember the actual images playing out in my sleep or just wake with the sick feeling in the pit of my stomach and my body covered in a sheen of sweat, I always know.

I could just about handle them when I first came back to England and was forced to embark on life as a civi, but then my already bullshit life got turned upside down once again. Now the memories, combined with my own imagination and the guilt, almost swallow me whole.