POV Scott
All in all, the meeting with Sarah went well. I chose my outfit and demeanor well, and she relaxed more than she had planned to. She was obviously shocked at my mention of walking with her to reveal the moon, but I was off with the dead horses—odd, they were always there in the dream, dead and rotting.
I was closer with the statue of Zane. What had she said? “I haven’t dreamt of a statue of Zane either.”
So, was she dreaming of some other statue? In my dreams, Zane’s imposing, larger-than-life statue was of solid white marble, and it reflected the moonlight almost to the point of blinding me. I knew it was a symbol for the way he was blocking out my light and trying to keep me from my goals.
She’d looked lovely in the café wearing a blue dress that, of course, brought out he
