The more he spoke, the colder the back of my neck felt. I mentally shivered, remembering the dream I’d had not too long ago, back when I was staying with Mia at the hospital. That dream hadn’t felt like a dream at all. It felt real—like I had been awake and watching everything unfold.
There had been a woman too.
I remember seeing her come in through the window like she was being hunted or chased by something, just like Silver just said. I could still see her—panicked, her breath coming out in short, ragged gasps. She had rushed into the corner of the room and crouched there, like she was hiding from something right outside. And then there was that strange, foul smell that followed her in the moment she opened that window. Which means that smell could belong to whatever it was that was af
