Drowning in the Dark

Willa was back in the basement.

She knew she was dreaming. Some part of her knew it the way you knew things in dreams, dimly, the knowledge sitting just out of reach while the dream pulled you under anyway. The concrete floor was cold beneath her. The ropes were back on her wrists. The darkness pressed down from all sides.

Then she saw her father.

He was standing in the center of the room the way