Grandma Virginia's lips parted, a fleeting glimpse of unspoken words lingering on the precipice of her tongue, before she composed herself. "Did William mention her to you?" She inquired, her voice tinged with a quiet intensity.
"No," Dahlia responded, shaking her head. "I heard him mention her name in his sleep." She revealed, the weight of her words hanging in the air.
Grandma Virginia let out a resigned sigh. "So he still has that nightmare?" She murmured, her thoughts momentarily drifting to the haunting specter that had plagued William's nights.
"Nightmare?" Dahlia mused, a note of perplexity colouring her tone. "What nightmare is that?"
