Written by Catherine MacPhail
Was she still dreaming? That was herfirst thought. That she was still lying on her bed, having a nightmare. Any moment now, she would wake up. She had to. She stared at her trembling hands. No, it wasn't a dream or a nightmare. She was standing here on the upstairs landing, and Derek had just phoned her.NO! NO! NO!That couldn't be. Derek was dead.
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