Matthew
I'm running through a hallway. My legs feel like they're moving through mud, and there's this pressure in my chest that won't let up.
Something's wrong.
I know it before I even see her, like my body's picking up a signal my brain hasn't processed yet. Sarah is in trouble, and for some reason, that matters more than it should.
The walls around me pulse like they're breathing. One moment they are the faded yellow of my childhood home, then they morph into the stark white of a hospital corridor. I hear a sound. A muffled cry, and my heart jumps into my throat.
"Sarah?" My voice bounces back at me, hollow and useless.
I turn a corner and suddenly I'm in a room I don't recognize. It's dim, with shadows pooling in the corners like spilled ink.
And there she is.
Sarah stands by the window, her back to me. When she turns, my breath catches. She is wearing her wedding dress. Her belly is round and full. She's pregnant.
