NADINE POINT OF VIEW.

Dreams about Anna weren't uncommon; they came and went, like the tides, and always left me with a sense of dread and a loneliness that spread across my body and made me feel heavy. When I woke up from that dream, breathing heavily, I felt like I had to do something, and that I had to do it fast. I called Mr. Miller again.

"Hello," I said as soon as he picked up the call.

"Ohh, hi, ma'am," he said. "It's you again. Ms. Nadine, right?"

"Of course," I said. "I was ...