CHAPTER 105
Calla stepped outside to a pleasant surprise: the relentless heat had finally lessen. It's about time. October had fallen hard and fast, bringing with it the hope of cool air and blue skies. And finally—finally—the town had gotten its wish. Calla took a deep breath. She wasn't sure what had driven her outside. Cooper wasn't due for another twenty minutes. Maybe it was the dream, she mused. Calla rarely dreamt. When she slept, she slept soundly. But last night had been different. She'd been plagued by strange images— some of them memories, others fantastical nonsense that her imagination had conjured. Rachel had been there, laughing on her bed. Except her bed was different from the one she'd known; this bed was outfitted with dinosaur-themed sheets. And then the dream had shif
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