Melissa groaned and turned in the bed. Lola was wide awake. She sat with a cup of coffee in her hands and thought about her dream. It was one of the memories she hoped to be buried, but for some reason, they continued pushing their way up to the surface whenever she slept.

That was the night that everything changed, but something else was familiar about it, something that correlated to her life right now. Still, she couldn’t put her finger on what it was and didn’t want to pry too ...