My deceased father appeared in my dream the night before my birthday and warned, ‘Don’t wear the dress your husband gave you.’ I woke up trembling, because my husband had just given me that dress. And when the seamstress brought it back and I checked the lining, I realized my father hadn’t just visited in a dream, he might have prevented something I hadn’t noticed.

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Olivia Sutton, known to everyone simply as Liv, woke with a sharp gasp, as though she’d been hurled upward from dark waters into open air. Her heart pounded so violently she feared it might spring straight out of her chest. She drew in a breath, feeling the damp cotton of her nightgown clinging to her back, soaked with sweat. Her hand fumbled for the lamp switch, and the room glowed with a soft, warm light.

Beside her, on his side of the king-size bed, Mark Sutton slept peacefully. He was lying on his side, turned away from the wall, and didn’t even stir at her sudden awakening. Liv listened to his steady breathing, trying to calm herself, but she trembled deep inside.

A dream. It was only a dream. But why had it been so terrifying?

She slipped out of bed, careful not to wake her husband, and walked on unsteady legs toward the kitchen. Her hands shook as she poured water into a glass. She took several sips, but the lump in her throat refused to ease. She sat down at the table, lowered her head into her hands, and shut her eyes only to snap them open again.

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