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Zephyr’s eyes snapped open to the familiar quiet of his home. He was on a chair in the living room, the same spot he sat before dozing off.
His head throbbed from the vision he had. At first he thought it was real, like he was really with his father. But now he wasn't so sure. All he could see was the familiar walls of his home, and it was already morning.
He placed a hand on the side of his head. What had happened?
His senses dulled as he tried to recall all Michael had warned him about from the vision or dream. Whatever it was.
‘The woman who visited. Don't let her leave with her son. You must protect them.’
Michael's words echoed in Zephyr’s head.
He furrowed his eyebrows, trying to recall more.
‘They have answers, Zephyr. They can help you, but you must keep them safe.
