(April’s POV)
I woke all confused and disoriented.
Getting out of bed I went into the kitchen and poured myself a glass of ice-water then sat at the counter to think things over. I don’t get many premonitions. I don’t know why I don’t, but I don’t. But that’s exactly what that ‘dream’ felt like. The only thing is, those events already took place. So it can’t be a premonition. RIght?
I wish these gifts of mine came with a manual or something sometimes. Honestly. How am I supposed to figure out the meaning of something that’s already happened without incident? What the f*ck was all that sh*t about a ‘shroud’? I don’t even know what that is.
If the ‘dream’ was right, though, then I have a big problem and I’ve no idea what to do about it. Or where to even begin.
“Babe? Are you okay? Di
