Isabel walked back to Howard Estate, cradling freshly picked roses as usual.
This morning, the roses seemed unusually vibrant. She bent to inhale their fragrance, only to find fresh blood oozing from the petals, staining her hands...
"No!"
Isabel's eyelids trembled, sweat forming on her forehead.
The next moment, she jolted awake from the nightmare, eyes wide with fear.
As she took in her surroundings and sat up in the wooden bed, relief flooded her. "Thank goodness, just a dream."
But why such a dream?
Was it a forewarning of something?
Her room now tidy as if nothing had happened, the air carried the lingering scent of cedar and cologne.
How were Andrei and Chris?
Recalling the events before her sleep, Isabel rubbed her temples, frustration etched on her face.
Just as she prep
