Michael Turner didn’t know what to say for a moment.
He was a firm atheist, but the one bringing this up was Alexander, and that alone made it hard not to believe.
“So, what does Mr. Brooks need from me?” Michael felt like he was here for a reason.
Alexander raised a hand and rubbed his temples, clearly exhausted.
Those dreams had been haunting him nonstop lately. Just last night, he finally saw the full version of it, and after waking up, he couldn’t even bring himself to look at Vivian peacefully sleeping beside him.
“You once said hypnotherapy might work for me. I’ve made up my mind—I’m in,” Alexander said, lowering his hand and looking straight at Michael.
Michael scratched his head. “Well, I wouldn’t say it’s a sure thing. Why not try acupuncture? Isn’t your wife t
