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There are many different moments from Raffi’s past that could haunt her dreams.
And they do. All of them.
Nights last years as her mistakes come to tuck her in, one after another. Even with a warm body nestled against her.
After a while, calling them nightmares seems pointless. The way you never say ten when doctors ask you to rate the pain, because you need to leave room for the possibility it could get worse. If every night's dreams are nightmares, then what happens the night that they push to unprecedented new horrors?
So Raffi decides they are dreams.