“Nightmare?” Riley looked over at Evan.

“Nightmare.” Evan replied.

The nightmare was of a woman crying. Evan didn’t know who this woman actually was but they had a strange feeling it was their mother at least what they imagined in their head what their mother would look like. The same light brown silky hair and dark empty eyes as Evan. The same awkward smile and frail body. The same voice with a deep sadness swirling smoothly throughout it.

Riley stood up and sat across from Evan on their cot. Evan sat up straight so they could look at her better. They both sat there cross-legged, slumped over, with their hands fidgeting in our laps. It was quiet. A dead silence.