"It's happening again," she whispered.
"I don't want to upset you, but I want you to know that I saw... dad." I used to call him that until I found out he wasn't my real father. But out of respect to mom, I had to refer to him as that right now. She looked at me with confused eyes. "I know you wouldn't believe me, but I saw him. At least someone who looked like him. He looked very young and similar to your wedding photo. He smokes and wears his hair long."
I saw mom's eyes filled with fear and I didn't miss her swallowing. She looked nervous. I can tell she is. I can smell her fear from where I'm sitting.
"If you know something, I need to know now so we can prepare for what's ahead. Whoever it is, it's coming for me."
Can you hear me?
Yes. Why are we linking—
This is safer. I need yo
