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  Copyright © 2020 by Alissa Grosso

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  Contents

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Chapter 25

  Chapter 26

  Chapter 27

  Chapter 28

  Chapter 29

  Chapter 30

  Chapter 31

  Chapter 32

  Chapter 33

  Chapter 34

  Chapter 35

  Chapter 36

  Chapter 37

  Chapter 38

  Chapter 39

  Chapter 40

  Chapter 41

  Chapter 42

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  1

  Caitlin emerged from a black, dreamless sleep to screams. Adam’s tortured cries sounded almost otherworldly. They turned her blood to ice and made her heart race. She sat straight up, then bolted from bed, blinking sleep from her eyes as she raced toward the door, banging her shin on the dresser as she went. She yanked on the doorknob and almost toppled over when it didn’t yield as she expected. Goddammit. Lance had locked the door again.

  She spared a glance toward the bed, but her husband wasn’t there. Instead he was standing, looking out the window. For a moment she thought she was mistaken. Were the screams coming from outside?

  “Lance?” she asked.

  He turned to her, but his eyes looked past her at some point on the wall.

  “What’s going on?” he mumbled, barely awake.

  “Adam’s having a nightmare,” she said.

  “Again?” he asked. “Maybe we should just let him sleep it off.”

  The screams had subsided now, but she could still hear her son’s whimpers from down the hall. Sleep it off? Could Lance really be that clueless? She unlocked the door and flung it open. It bounced almost silently off the rubber doorstopper, which didn’t really give her the dramatic exit she was hoping for.

  She still couldn’t quite wrap her head around her husband just standing there looking out the window while Adam cried for them. Usually Lance was the one who woke up first. Maybe he had already gone to comfort Adam and came back to their bedroom by the time she awoke. He seemed so out of it, though. Well, that’s what a lack of sleep could do to a person.

  Adam sat on his bed in a nest of tangled sheets. His face was damp with tears and sweat, his dark hair plastered to his forehead. The hippo nightlight cast large, ominous shadows when she stepped into his room. He looked up with a start, then relaxed when he saw it was her.

  She sat down beside him and pulled his small body to her, wrapping her arms around him and rocking him gently back and forth. The tears subsided, but he still felt tense.

  “Mommy, I’m scared of the bad boy,” he said. “The bad boy’s going to hurt me.”

  “Nobody’s going to hurt you,” she assured him. “You’re safe. It was just a dream. Look, you’re safe in your bedroom.”

  At this, Adam pulled away from her a little to study the dimly lit bedroom. Maybe they should get a different nightlight. She had never realized how spooky that hippo light made everything look.

  “There were trees,” Adam said, “and a river. She was playing in the river.”

  Caitlin stiffened. Adam noticed it and looked up at her. She smiled at him.

  “It was just a dream,” she said, as much to reassure herself as him. “It wasn’t real.”

  There were lots of rivers out there, and wasn’t Adam just watching a cartoon show with cute animals that had to get across a river? That was probably where that detail came from. Plus, she reminded herself, it hadn’t been a river. It had been a creek. She wasn’t sure Adam knew the difference between a river and a creek, though. But a little girl playing in a river? No, wait, was that what he had said? He said only “she.” For all Caitlin knew, this she could have been a girl river otter. Maybe he had been having a cute dream about river creatures.

  And a “bad boy,” she reminded herself. She remembered his bloodcurdling screams. There was nothing cute about the dream he had. Still, she clung to the “bad boy” detail. Was he talking about a child? If so, then the river was just a coincidence. She wanted to ask him more about the bad boy, but this was the worst thing she could do. He was already starting to calm down, starting to forget the details of his nightmare. She couldn’t go dredging things back up again.

  “Mommy, can I sleep in your room?” Adam asked.

  Lance was fully awake and in bed when Caitlin returned with Adam in her arms.

  “Hey there, champ,” Lance said. “Have a bad dream?”

  “Daddy, he hurt her,” Adam said. “He hurt her head. She was bleeding.”

  Her son’s tiny body stiffened again in Caitlin’s arms, and she gave Lance an exasperated look as she set Adam down in the middle of the bed.

  “We’d already gotten past that,” she said in a whispered hiss.

  “Obviously,” Lance said with a roll of his eyes, “which is why he’s sleeping in our bed. Again.”

  She slid into the bed beside Adam and adjusted the covers, ignoring her husband. She petted Adam’s head and made soft, soothing noises.

  “Remember, that wasn’t real, just make believe, like a movie.” She didn’t want him to get himself worked up again talking about the dream, but it wasn’t just that. She didn’t want to hear any more details from the nightmare because the bit about the bad boy hurting the girl’s head and the blood felt a touch too familiar.

  She stroked his face, and his eyelids slowly drooped closed. He looked so calm and peaceful when he slept.

  “I thought we said we weren’t going to do this anymore,” Lance said. Even whispering, his voice was too loud. She held her finger to her lips. He continued more quietly, “I’m just saying, I think it would be better for him if he sleeps in his own bed.”

  “It’s already after three,” she said. “It’s only for a few hours.”

  “That’s not the point,” Lance said. “He’s nearly five years old. We can’t keep babying him.”

  It was like the school argument all over again, and Caitlin didn’t want to get into it. Not now. She was still tired and groggy and needed more sleep.

  “I want to get him a new nightlight,” she said to change the subject. “The one he has makes these creepy shadows.”

  “A new nightlight,” Lance repeated in a skeptical voice. “Sure, that will solve everything.”

  “The important thing,” she said, “is that we have to remind him that his dreams are not real. That they’re make believe. We have to be united on this.”

  Lance made a dismissive noise and lay back down on his pillow, turning
his body away from her and Adam. He muttered something, but his voice was muffled by the pillow.

  “Lance, this is important,” she said. “We have to make it clear that his dreams are not real. He has to know they aren’t true.”

  He sighed. “What kind of moron do you think I am? Do you really think I’m going to start telling him his dreams about boogeymen are real?” He squirmed around and pulled the covers up in an attempt to get comfortable. She thought he was done, but he stopped shifting around long enough to add, “It’s not exactly like you’re the foremost expert in dreams.”

  2

  At an early age, Lance Walker had learned that success in life was all about having the right opportunities. Take, for example, this meeting they had scored with the lead furniture buyer for a national retail chain. If they landed a partnership deal, it could easily double Zooest’s profits. Hell, maybe triple them. It was an amazing opportunity, and Doug had secured it all thanks to someone he was chatting with at his country club one afternoon. It wasn’t enough to open the door when opportunity knocked, though, you had to first set yourself up so that opportunity would knock, so that it was practically beating down your door.

  Lance decided he really needed to take up golf. It was embarrassing that he didn’t know how to play the sport. Maybe he and Adam could learn at the same time. It would be a good father-son bonding thing, and it would be good for Adam to start young.

  He was worried about his son. In less than a year, Adam would be starting kindergarten, and Caitlin had been fighting him on enrolling Adam in private school. Hightower Day was a prestigious school and only two towns away. It was perfect. Caitlin didn’t know this, but he had gone ahead and reserved a slot for Adam in the upcoming kindergarten class two years ago. They needed to commit, though, because the school wouldn’t hold his place forever. Well, he would talk to her about that, make her see how important this was for Adam. At the very least, he could paint Hightower Day as the compromise, convince her that it would be far better than sending him away to his own alma mater.

  He spared a glance at Corey, who was midway through his pitch for Zooest. Corey was at the point where he was explaining how, in just three years, he and Doug had taken their little startup from nothing to one of the biggest players in the online mattress industry. For a moment, Lance saw not the cool, confident thirty-year-old in the Armani suit, but a thirteen-year-old in a grass-stained lacrosse uniform jogging across the Ryerson quad. Lance wouldn’t be here, wouldn’t be vice president of sales for a thriving company, if his mother hadn’t sent him to Ryerson. If you go to the right schools, you meet the right people, and opportunities abound. That was what he needed to explain to Caitlin.

  No, the school thing wasn’t really what was troubling him. They could work that out. The nightmares were the more pressing issue. When Caitlin had been pregnant, he used to try to imagine which parts of them would wind up showing up in their unborn child. Would the kid have his hair? Her eyes? He had imagined mostly physical characteristics. He hadn’t thought about all the other things lurking in their DNA, until the nightmares began.

  They seemed to be getting worse. Two or three nights a week, Adam woke them up screaming. Caitlin didn’t want to take him to see anyone. He understood her reluctance. Taking Adam to see a shrink was like admitting there was something broken about their son, and she didn’t want to give him some sort of inferiority complex. Still, something needed to be done. This was the sort of problem that needed to be licked early. Nobody understood that better than he did. What did Caitlin know about nightmares, anyway? Of course she didn’t understand the seriousness of the situation. How could she?

  Someone nudged his arm, and he looked up, startled. Corey smiled at him, but there was annoyance in his eyes. Lance was up, and he had missed the cue.

  “Sorry,” Lance said. He shuffled through the pitch packet papers on his lap. “To think of Zooest as just another online mattress seller is to miss the point,” Lance said. He took a swig from the glass of water on the table beside him to soothe the scratchiness of his voice. He could still feel Corey’s eyes on him, and he was pretty sure his boss and old friend was growing more annoyed. He had picked the wrong time to zone out. “Zooest offers something that no other mattress retailer offers, our own patented sleep system. We’re selling more than just a mattress. We’re selling a good night’s sleep.”

  Across from him, Tom Marks, the retail chain’s lead furniture buyer, shifted and let out a little sigh. It was a cue that at some point he was going to tell Corey and Lance that he had heard enough and send them on their way.

  “Yeah, your colleague here just said that,” Tom said.

  Corey delivered a practiced and polite chuckle. Crap. Lance should have been paying more attention.

  “Well, it’s important,” Corey said. “We can’t stress it enough.”

  He gave Lance a playful pat on his arm and a look that said, Get it together, man.

  Lance felt himself redden as he glanced down at the pitch packet. They had practiced all this back at the office, but he wasn’t sure what Corey had already said. Screw it. He didn’t need prepared remarks. Prepared remarks were not what had gotten him here. What he had to do was get in their corner, be their equal.

  Lance glanced around Tom Marks’s office. It was simply furnished with not many personal touches. There was some sort of large crystalline gemstone on the shelf behind Tom. A vacation souvenir perhaps. There was an etched Lucite award, but it was too far away to make out what achievement it recognized. Lance’s eyes chanced upon the family portraits in their shiny brass frames. He set the pitch packet papers on the table beside him and leaned forward ever so slightly.

  “Do you have kids, Tom?” Lance asked. Beside him, Corey nervously shifted in his chair. This wasn’t part of their rehearsed plan.

  “A son and two daughters,” Tom said. “My oldest just got accepted into Cornell.”

  “Congratulations,” Lance said. “You must be so proud. I have a son. He’s going to be starting kindergarten in the fall.”

  “Well, I’ll warn you,” Tom said. “The years fly by faster than you can imagine.”

  “You would do anything for your kids, wouldn’t you?” Lance said.

  “Of course.” Tom looked slightly confused by where this conversation was going. He wasn’t alone. Out of the corner of his eye, Lance spied Corey’s perplexed expression.

  “The thing about fatherhood that I wasn’t prepared for was how helpless you feel when something goes wrong.” The secret to lying was to always base your lies on truth, then they didn’t really feel like lies. “About six months ago, my son started having nightmares on a regular basis. Nearly every night, he was waking up screaming, terrified. I felt so helpless, sitting there beside his bed trying to soothe him as I wiped the tears from his face. It was killing me to see him suffering like that.”

  Tom shifted ever so slightly forward in his seat. He was engaged now, had forgotten all about his plan to send Lance and Corey packing. Corey was doing his best to remain neutral and passive as Lance went off the rails.

  “His pediatrician said it was just a phase and that it would pass,” Lance continued, “but I was desperate. I would have done anything to make sure he didn’t have to suffer like that. Then, and I’m embarrassed to admit that it took me so long, but I realized the answer had been right there in front of me the whole time—the Zooest patented sleep system. I mean, I guess I thought of it as something to help retired construction workers with aching backs or stressed executives dealing with insomnia, but our sleep system really is designed to give the perfect night’s sleep to every individual. So I created a Zooest Sleep Profile for Adam—that’s my boy—and I used our online tool to find him the perfect bedding and room accoutrements to deliver a good night’s sleep. Our sleep system designed the perfect bedroom for Adam—from moving his bed away from a noisy vent to replacing his hippo-shaped nightlight, which cast weird shadows. And of course there was the design of the mattr
ess and bedding material based upon his own size and shape. Since we installed his own personalized Zooest Sleep System, he hasn’t had a single nightmare.”

  Lance took a breath to let the story sink in.

  “So don’t assume we’re just another mattress seller,” Lance said. “What we’re selling is a sleep system tailored to an individual’s needs. Every single customer that walks through your doors is a unique individual and deserves their own unique sleeping system, and when you partner with Zooest, you’ll be able to give that to them.”

  Tom nodded. “I’ll be honest, we’ve been looking to expand our mattress offerings, and I’ve heard some pitches from some of your competitors. The truth is, I wasn’t that impressed, but this sounds like something we could get behind.”

  Though Corey didn’t audibly sigh, Lance could still sense the tension that suddenly left his body.

  Tom began talking about follow-up meetings and a trial rollout in select stores before they went national, but the deal was as good as done. Twenty minutes later, Lance and Corey were on their way out of the office after having scheduled those meetings, when Tom stopped Lance by resting a hand on his arm.

  “How is your boy doing now?” Tom asked. “Is he okay?”

  “It’s been an incredible transformation,” Lance said.