“Ebony, Ebony. Are you ok? I heard you scream.” Ebony slowly begins to stir. Her mother stands over her with a concerned look on her face. Ebony sits up and rubs the lengthy scar on her right forearm. What a dream. I haven’t dreamt of how I got this scar in years. Ebony groggily looks at her mother. “Did I scream out loud?” She embarrassingly inquires in that husky morning voice people have when just waking up. Mildred starts toward her daughter’s closet. “No dear, you didn’t. ...