He went to another room to get the car keys. I just stood in the entry hall. I felt like I wanted to die.  

"You're white as a sheet, Carly. Do you need some water?" 

"No, I don't know." I started to cry really hard. 

"Here. Just lie down on the couch," he said. 

He laid me down on the couch. He brought out a damp washcloth and put it on my forehead. 

"You can sleep here tonight. Okay?" 

"Okay." 

"Just calm down. Take deep breaths."  

I did what he told me. And just before I fell asleep, I said something. 

"I can't do that anymore. I'm sorry," I said. 

"It's okay, Carly. Just go to sleep," Samuel said. 

But I wasn't talking to Samuel anymore. I was talking to someone else. When I fell asleep, I had this dream. My brother and my sister and I were watching television with my Uncle Ethan. Everything was in slow motion. The sound was thick. And he was doing what Samuel was doing. That's when I woke up. And I didn't know what the hell was going on. Samuel and Trisha were standing over me.