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Something was very wrong.

Something about that whole dream had beenverywrong.

But one thing he knew for sure was that she had been there.

Likereallybeen there.

He felt her.

That had not been like their normal dream, where he could see her there in front of him and talk with her.

It had almost been as if she couldn’t hear him.

This time he had felt her.

This time she had been dream-walking with him.

He had been in her dream.

Something in his hand prickled, and he looked down to where his fingers were wrapped around a folded-up piece of paper.

How the fuck...

He stopped his thought, and started unfolding the piece of paper, knowing that sometimes it was better to not question things in his dreams. He read the very feminine, scrawled handwriting, and his eyes widened.

It was an address.

An address of a park that was less than a day’s drive away.

Holy fuck!

Chapter 4

Mercy

Sheyawnedagainandwiped at her eyes, hoping that the dirty look from Chuck didn’t mean that her makeup had smudged.

“Do you see her or not?” the woman in front of her asked again, and she shook her head, making herself focus.

Tired didn’t even begin to describe what she was.

Last night, her dreams hadn’t been like normal. They had been dark and twisting, full of fog or smoke, she didn’t know. What was more was that was all she could remember.

No dream man.

No riding off into the sunset, or even nightmares.

It was just nothing but fog.

And it was hard because as much as she hated to admit it, she was losing hope. She was starting to think that the man of her dreams was only that, just a dream. A person she had made up to give herself something to look forward to, and at this point, she wouldn’t put anything past her mind.

That was how far down the rabbit hole she was feeling.

It was despair.

It was hopeless.

And hope was always a bitch.

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