Ceelin
I suddenly opened my eyes. I dreamed that my father-in-law's car got into an accident. I wiped the cold sweat from my forehead. My dream felt so real.
I took my cell phone and checked today's date. My eyes widened when I saw that it was on this day that my father-in-law's accident happened, which caused his death. Why did I forget about this incident?
My fingers trembled as I dialed my father-in-law's cell phone number. But even after calling him three times, he didn't answer.
"Hello, Dad? Where are you? Please don't leave the house today," I told him in a panicked voice when he finally answered my call on the fourth try.
"C-Ceelin—" My name was the only thing I heard my father-in-law say before I heard the loud sound of metal crashing. "D-Dad? Dad?!"
It was as if I was not my
