William leaned back in his chair, pressing his back against the seat to keep his underwear from slipping down, and asked, "So, what's this intuition you're talking about?"
Emma thought for a moment, then shook her head. "I don't know.
It's hard to explain. But inside your body, this feeling… it seems a lot stronger than before."
It used to be just a vague sense, but yesterday, it was like a sudden, powerful thought.
As she was saying this, Emma's mind wandered to her dream. She suddenly remembered it, and asked, "Mr. Howard, do you ever dream? You know, those strange kinds of dreams?"
William shook his head. "I hardly ever dream."
"Have you ever dreamt of a dark street?"
He shook his head again. "No."
So, it really was only about her, Emma thought. Was it a coincidence that her mot
