confiding in John
Deciding she couldn’t keep it to herself any longer, Emily confided in John about her nightmares. ‘I keep seeing this shadowy figure,’ she said, her voice shaky.
John listened intently. ‘It’s like it’s watching me, waiting for something.’ John frowned, concerned. ‘Why didn’t you tell me sooner?
‘ he asked gently. Emily shrugged, looking down. ‘I didn’t want to worry you,’ she replied. But now, it was clear something was very wrong.