Echoes of the River

BEATRIX'S POINT OF VIEW

The nightmare seized me by the throat. It dragged me down into the suffocating, subconscious depths of my own trauma before I could even draw a breath to scream.

I stood paralyzed in the pouring rain. The icy downpour plastered my hair to my cheeks and soaked through my thin clothes. My palms pressed flat against the fogged glass of a high-end restaurant. Inside, sheltere