Harriet’s POV
Something was going on with me.
I could not explain it but I had something like an epiphany the moment we got close to the river. I couldn’t remember when we got there much to my dismay and I knew Devon knew that I was lying when I said I did.
I didn’t understand what it was but I felt like I had been standing right there before which was impossible. I had never been there and I sure as hell never being to a river or anything close to it before. It was just like the dreams I was having, weirdly strange and disturbing but I didn’t want to think too much on it.
Devon and I had retired back to the mansion after the incessant ringing of his phone.
I could clearly remember our conversations, my questions that I had asked him. I didn’t know what prompted me to ask him that
