Folded Memories

Willa's bedroom was dark when the dream began. The kind of darkness that felt thick and heavy, pressing down on her chest like a weight she couldn't move. In the dream, she was standing in the hallway of their old house, the one before Vivian, before everything fell apart.

The sound of footsteps echoed from upstairs. Slow, deliberate steps that made Willa's heart pound even though she didn't know