Page 52 of Abduction

Sometimes, the dream would be of him in bed with her, waking up with her dead, cold eyes staring at him as her brains were vacated from her head all over the pristine sheets.

Sometimes, it would be him trying to get back to her before she did the deed.

Every time, it broke him a little more.

He blamed himself.

How could he not?

Gamble knew she had been struggling with post-partum depression and the fears that stalked her every waking moment. He knew that she was fighting the demons, but he never, ever, ever believed that she’d hurt their child.

Or him like this.

She loved their daughter.

She loved her more than anything.

And now, she was with her in the afterlife.

Unfortunately for him, he was trapped without them, and just wishing that he could close his eyes and let go.

Above all things, he wished that she took his life too. Leaving him behind was the cruelest fate, and he blamed himself for everything every second of the day.

She promised never to leave him.

Storm vowed to be there for him in his darkest hours.

Only, now, he was traversing this alone.

And.

It.

Sucked.

As he tossed and turned, unable to wake himself, he knew exactly what he was going to dream about.

The room around him materialized, and he couldn’t escape. There was only one option—to ride it out.

God.

What had he done to deserve this?

The universe was shitty, and it was going to make him relive one of his sweetest memories.

It had been after he found out she was pregnant with his child. They’d made love, and now, he was forced to see it play out moment by moment, reminding him that he was a shell of a human being.

Perfect.

This only made him want to die even more.

As his dream wavered, and Storm came into focus, he knew he had no choice but to watch.

Unfortunately.

He was a prisoner to this.

“Gamble,” she whispered, moving closer to him so that he could pick up her scent.

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