Kelly's POV
I woke up gasping, my hand clutching at my chest like the air had been taken from the room while I slept. And for a few seconds, I didn’t know where I was.
The dark pressed in, unfamiliar, and heavy. Then the outline of my ceiling came into focus, the faint streetlight slipping through the curtains, and the low hum of the city outside my window.
I was in my apartment, lying in my bed, and it was morning.
I lay there, breathing slowly, deliberately, waiting for my pulse to stop racing.
The dream didn’t fade the way dreams usually did when you woke up, instead it clung to me. The image of Michael underwater, his eyes searching for something, his grip tightening, and the weight pressing down on both of us, stayed sharp and uncomfortable in my mind.
The dream hadn’t been
