MERRIELYNN.
I fiddled with the pendant hanging from my necklace as I walked down the hallway next to Emorie.
The smooth surface of the pendant was cool between my fingers, and I found myself tracing its edges, as if somehow it could calm the storm brewing inside me.
The name kept echoing in the back of my mind, the same name that had haunted me in my dreams.
Lorelai.
I didn’t even know who she was, but it didn’t matter. The moment I woke up from that nightmare, the image of her drowning had been burned into my mind.
It felt too real, too vivid.
Why was I having these dreams?
What was the point? And why couldn’t they stop?
I rubbed the pendant one last time, almost like it could soothe the unease crawling up my spine, before shoving it under my shirt again.
“I can’t believe we’re
