ANNA

This dream had been so different and yet with the same premonition. Only this time, my soul was burning because the victim was none other than the man I loved. How was I going to warn him when I was the one who finished everything and kicked him out?

I went out on the terrace with Emily; I needed fresh air. But also her advice.

“You know what I don’t understand, Anna? Why did you dream of both John and Becca?” asked Emily, amazed by the complexity of my dream. ...