Her dreams were of home, where her mother was writing lesson plans and Gwen was making homework by her side, as they used to do when she was younger.
“Careful,” her mother said, suddenly taking hold of her wrist. “You’re making a mess of things.”
She looked down on her paper and, instead of the diagram of a human heart, there was an actual heart, blood leaking out over the table and onto her lap.

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