didn’t want to interrupt her process. She didn’t take her eyes off the canvas.
“A baby?” William asked, leaning forward.
“I was rocking her in a chair. Humming a song to her. You were standing in the
doorway,” she continued. “We said something to each other. I don’t recall what.
Then I looked down at the baby.”
She didn’t look away from the canvas. William held his breath.
“She wasn’t there,” Casey said. “I was sitting in the rocking chair alone. No
baby.”
William took a deep breath. Casey applied another brushstroke to the canvas.
“I asked you,” she said, finally looking at him. “But you said there never was a
baby.”
“Oh,” William muttered.
“My parents. Your sister. Everyone said there wasn’t a baby,” she said, running the
brush across the canvas, applying the finishing touches.
“That wasn’t the first time I’ve had that dream,” she whispered.