Anna

      I was still shaking from the nightmare that I had earlier, but it was a few hours until morning. When I realized that the boy in the dream looked strikingly like Joshua, a despair and an indescribable helplessness enveloped me. How could I go to Rose again this time and tell her I dreamed of her son? Pretty much her pain was still alive from John’s death.

“Ems, I don’t know how I’m going to proceed, if my dream really has two premonitions. One of them ...