Halfway to forever by Karen Kingsbury

on its way and was long gone.
There were no seats, no floorboards, and no sign of Grace or
her grandmother. Only Mrs. Parsons stood there in the midst of
the mess, her body intact and free from injury.
Jenny ran to her and grabbed her by the shoulders. "Where is
she? Where's Grace?"
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"I don't know" Mrs. Parsons' expression was unsympathetic.
"I guess I lost her."
"No! You can't lose her. She's my sister! We have to find her!" Then Mrs. Parsons disappeared.
"Grace!" Jenny darted from one piece of the broken car to
another, lifting it and looking for Grace's small body "Honey, I'm here." She yelled the words, still
frantically searching the intersection. "I love you, Grace. Where are you? I need to find you and-"
There was the sound of screeching tires and the roar of a powerful engine. Jenny looked up and gasped.
Something terrifying was hurtling toward her. There was no way out, no way to avoid being run down,
and in that instant she screamed in terror.
Because the thing coming at her was the giant white truck... Her eyes flew open and she jumped out of
bed, the scream still coming from deep within her. Her heart pounded in her throat, her face damp with
sweat and tears.
"Jenny!" Her mother tore into her room, eyes wide with fear. "What is it?"
It didn't matter how often she woke up this way. Each time the sound of her frightened scream terrified
both of them. They stared at each other for a beat and then jenny shuffled across the room and into her
mother's arms.
"I'm sorry." She let her head fall against her mother's shoulder and tried to stop sobbing. "I dreamed it
again."
The two of them were quiet, but jenny knew what her mother was thinking. At first, after the accident four
years ago, Jenny only dreamed about the happy times, the days when Alicia was still alive. But two years
later, jenny began having horrifying dreams about a giant white truck.
Brian Wesley, the drunk driver, had been driving a white pickup when he hit them.
After a month of nightmares, Hannah and jenny both agreed
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she needed counseling, needed to talk through the feelings she bottled up back when the accident
happened. Twelve weeks of regular sessions with a Christian therapist seemed to be just what Jenny
needed. The nightmares stopped and never came back. Until now
"Honey" Her mother was calmer now "We can take you back
to the counselor if you think it would help."
Jenny eased out of her mothers arms. The terror of the dream
took minutes to pass and even now her entire body shook. She
ran her fingers through her hair and dried her face with the sleeve
of her nightgown. "No. I'm okay I just..." A lump in her throat
kept her from speaking.
Her mother pulled her close once more and stroked her back.
"I know honey, I miss her, too."
Jenny swallowed and found her voice, new tears spilling onto
her face. "I want her back with us, Mom. She's my sister; nothing