I stared at the letter in my hands, feeling a mix of emotions that I couldn't quite put into words. On one hand, I was devastated that Dreamer was still out there, continuing to wreak havoc on innocent people's lives. On the other hand, I was terrified of what this meant for Jasmine.
Erin. The name flashed in my mind as I read the letter over and over again. I couldn't help but wonder if she was somehow involved in this.
Deep down, I felt like Dreamer was actually Erin, and that she had been pretending to not be Dreamer this whole time. It was a crazy thought, but the evidence was starting to stack up against her.
But I couldn't just confront her and accuse her of being Dreamer. That would ruin her life, even if she was innocent. And if she was guilty... well, I didn't even want to thin
