Chapter Thirty-Four
For the next three months, Josh and I went back to our typical routines, silently waiting for the 542nd day from the time we met in Haven. Only, that came and went also, making us extra suspicious as to what the message really meant, or more so, when it began. If it wasn’t 542 days from the message in the mirror or our meeting, it was near impossible to determine when the clock began ticking. It created reticent anxiety that we both felt daily but didn’t dare speak about. I began meditating twice a day, once in the morning to put myself and William in our bubbles and once at night, to detach from the day and release any negative entities or thoughts that no longer served me. It was in July when I had the dream that was about to change everything.
In all the time since
