I couldn’t sleep anymore after that strange dream. I am now wondering if the boy in my dream was also Fritz. I couldn’t see his face, so I wouldn’t be able to confirm if it was him. Even if I ask Ken for his picture when he was young, I still wouldn’t know.
I must be going mad. Do I think my dreams are connected to Fritz’s dreams? Am I that desperate? Ugh! Why did Ken ask me that? Now, I can’t stop thinking about it. Yeah, that must be it. Maybe I only dreamed about this because of what Ken said. Dreams can be like that sometimes, right? You dream of something that you can’t stop thinking about.
I checked my phone to see if there were any messages from Ken. I got two text messages. One from Frits and one from Ken.
“Found him. He’s okay. Don’t worry about it now, pare. He’s not mad at y
