Emily forced herself to sleep on the plane; she knew she had to be strong when she faced Maeve. She woke when the flight attendant told her that they were fixing to land and she needed to fasten her seat belt. She dreamt of Jack. No— not a dream. She knew by now. It was a vision. He was sitting in a kitchen chair in a living room struggling to get up, but an invisible force was holding him down. He had a gash that was bleeding on his forehead. Drops of blood drip onto the chair’s upholstery. A chair that looks so familiar. True to her word, Cady was waiting for her at the airport. “Thank you so much,” Emily hugged her friend. “Let’s go, I got to get to Jack, he is in danger,” Without saying another word the two women ran out of the airport. Cady kind of halfway sped all the way back to Du
