Saturday 13, 2019@ 6:15 AM
IAN OPENED HIS EYES, his heart pounding from the abrupt way that the dream just ended. There was no warning of any kind, and the insight hoped for was forever lost.
Freya was watching him with concern in her eyes, and Ian was warmed to see that someone such as her cared that much about him. He gave her a smile and fished in his mind for the best and most reassuring thing to say to her.
"So what does Qu morti sumus mean?" she asked. "You were saying that in your sleep."
"I don't have a clue," Ian said. "Sounds like Latin. We can ask Oscar when we see him."
"Well, enjoy the luxury of my tiny studio cottage while you can," Ian joked. "Tonight we sleep in the cold and drafty family home."
"Very funny," she chuckled. "I think you have the luxury-deprivation thin
