But at this point, I was running out of sense to make. Everything was just a confused mess.
“Maybe what?” Silver asked, his eyes fixed on me now.
I hesitated. “Maybe she’s not just a dream.”
Silver didn’t say anything, but the look in his eyes told me he had already considered that too.
“She felt real,” I added. “The night I saw her… it didn’t feel like a dream. I thought I was awake.”
He nodded slowly. “Yeah. That’s exactly how my dreams feel sometimes. Like I’m there with her. Watching. Or maybe she's the one watching me—who knows anymore.”
I still don't understand.
Red hair. Black hair. Shadows. Running. Fear.
Who was this woman, for goodness’ sake? And why did she appear to both of us?
I wasn’t sure of anything anymore. But I knew one thing—whatever Silver was caught up in, I
