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Zoey slowly lifted the picture and handed it to Cindy. She tried to explain through her sobs, “That’s him, Cindy. The guy…in the picture with you.”
“My brother Austen? He’s who? Who, Zoey?!” Cindy’s eyes widened as the realization crashed into her. She rose from the bed and took three steps backward, almost falling over.
“The guy from your dreams?” Cindy asked it so softly, Zoey barely heard her.
“Yes. That’s him!” Zoey pointed at the boy in the picture.
“That doesn’t make any sense, Kat.” Cindy paced around the room. “It can’t be him. There’s no way. Look again!”
Zoey knew she didn’t need to look again, but she wanted to appease Cindy. “That’s the boy from my dreams. I’m positive.”
Cindy plopped onto the floor, her head shaking. “No. I just...it can’t...”
Zoey didn’t know wha
