September 26, 2015, Dream HomeLaura stands in the middle of the great room admiring her work as an artist would a finished painting, inspecting every nuance of her canvas. Lost in thought, the design crew"s activity appears white noise. She recalls Tara"s description of the home, amazed every item is exactly as she foresaw. She"d ordered the furniture long before Tara"s revelation and realizes Tara"s vision had no impact on her interior designs. Laura glances around; aware they will meet their stalker in this room. The image of blood streaming down her face and her limp body tethered to the yellow chair is unfathomable. For an instant, she toys with the idea of removing the chair from the room, then scoffs at the absurdity. It won"t change my fate.
It won"t change my fate.Regardless, she
