Elara's POV
I tried to get it off my mind but the moment kept echoing in my skull, dragging me back to the memory over and over again.
The dream, the one I had last night. It clung to me like glue. I could not keep it to myself so I ranted to Maya as we strolled the hallways towards our lockers.
"I was standing in this weird house, it seemed abandoned.." I murmured, my arms slightly brushing against my best friend’s who was only giving me half of her attention, the rest was on the phone clutched tight to her hands.
"It was dark but the place felt familiar, like I’d been there before. There were broken picture frames littered everywhere." I continued.
Maya finally tore her eyes away from her screen and narrowed them at me. "I think you need to relax Elara, your brain is probably
