Book Three: Chapter 65

“It was.” Dana was waiting for the world to pop, to take her back to reality. When it didn’t happen, she opened her eyes, knowing that the dream couldn’t progress any longer. She stared off the balcony, watching the water crash onto itself, erasing footprints from the sand. The sun had just set, and the world was vanishing from sight. “This is just a dream, you know? From our trip to the coast. This is the little apartment we rented, overlooking the ocean. Tomorrow morning, you’re going to spill waffle mix all over the floor and we’re going to go out to breakfast instead.”

“I hope we go somewhere good.”

“We do, but...” Dana couldn’t bear it any longer. Closing her eyes tightly, she opened them again, wiping away the tears that had formed. Turning in her chair, she looked at Alex, praying that the beach wouldn’t turn into the road where Alex had died, a cross pinned to the guardrail where the bike had skidded into the railing and gotten stuck.

Alex Winters was sitti