My cheeks felt itchy. He raised his hand, gently brushing my face. His touch was soft, but there was a barely noticeable chill in his voice.
"Isabella Carter, I had a dream we had a kid. But something happened, and the kid was gone—all because of Jordan Bryant."
"I keep thinking maybe the dream’s showing me what’s coming. But... why are you in the dream so different from the you I know? Is it the dream that’s messed up? Or... is it you?"
I couldn't quite catch all his words. My head was a total mess. Then I blacked out again.
The next morning was all gloomy skies.
A loud knock on the door jolted me awake, followed by someone yelling, “Sis! You in there?”
My throat burned, and my head was spinning. I dragged myself to open the door on autopilot.
Standing there was Geo
