Chapter Twenty-One
| lynette’s pov | “No,” I whispered as I look around the room. What was that dream? I felt like it was real, like it happened before. But when I try my best to access that part of my brain, nothing happens. No flashbacks come, not even segments of it. And that makes me feel incomplete. It all felt like something I experienced before, and I need to know if that is the case. But why was Calum there? Was that real? I don’t want it to be; I hope it’s not. “It’s not,” a familiar voice said. It came out of nowhere, and I had to look around for a few seconds. I then saw Calum, at the corner of the room, his arms crossed. He had this kind smile on his face, as if it was a reassurance that it was true– that he wasn’t the guy in that horrible dream. “How’d you know?” I asked, my hand reac
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