Gabrielle's POV:

I lay in bed, tossing and turning.

I tried hard to sleep, closing my eyes, only to jolt awake moments later.

Because every time I drifted off, I had the same strange dream.

A man kept appearing in it—over and over again.

And somehow, deep down, I knew it wasn't my husband Ryan.

It was Vincent.

In the dream, his face was always blurred, his face hidden in the shadows.

But his voice was clear, echoing endlessly in my mind: ...