Shocked at his words, Tracey froze. The blood-drenched child next to her dying husband, crawling towards her... must be unreal. Therefore his words... nothing more than nightmare.
The cloying, almost metallic taste of bloodied flesh hung in the air, assailed Tracey's nostrils, fingered the back of her throat to make her retch.
This is just illusion. Has to be... illusion.
Timmy crept close to her.
With all her heart she wanted to fling her arms around him, kiss away the blood, reassure and love him.
But with all her fear she knew she was going to kill him.