Chapter Five
She dreamt again that night. It had been a while since Stacey had dreamt anything so vivid. After Tina had died, and she had run off to live on Tony’s island, her dreams had been dull, as if the color had been drained from them.
Tonight, however, her dream was bright and bold as if a painting had exploded across the wall of her brain. She was walking through the manor, only it was so brightly lit that it felt as if it was a different house all together.
Stacey walked into the kitchen. The marble flooring was replaced with what looked like blood-red tile. Tina sat at the dining room table. She was at the head of the table. A steak was in front of her, which she was slicing very slowly. It didn’t even look like it had been cooked. Blood splashed across the plate.
Stacey move
