Naomi POV
That was the question that I kept asking myself all night as I turned from side to side while Kaelen worked on something on his computer.
He had been as irritable as a teething infant and would ignore me if he thought that I was being annoying.
My mind is in the trenches.
I cannot stop thinking about it.
The text. The white dress. The blonde woman in the garden.
Who is she?
How did she know about Elara's dress?
Is she a ghost? A hallucination? Or someone real?
I turn onto my side. Kaelen's fingers click on the keyboard. The screen glows in the dark room.
"Kaelen?"
"Hmm."
"Who do you think it is?"
"I do not know."
"Could it be one of Henderson's people?"
"Maybe."
"You are not listening to me."
He stops typing. He turns.
"I am listening. I just do not have answers
