It seemed as if the new information I found triggered another memory. That night, I dreamt once again. Only this time, I knew for sure that I wasn’t dreaming as anyone else but Clara. It felt different than the others before. In this one, I was looking at the mirror and Clara’s face stared back at me. I was brushing my hair in the bedroom, as if I had all the time in the world. When I had finished, I continued to admire myself and the beautiful necklace I had on.
There was a loud knock on the door, and before I could give my permission, it slammed open and a man stomped in.
“Trevor,” I breathed out in surprise. I stood from my chair to face him. I was about to greet him with a smile when I noticed the anger that he held.
“Clara,” he snarled, taking brisk steps towards me then grabbin
