Rupert had gone silent. Chris figured the conversation was over and was about to put his phone down when suddenly, an image popped up on the screen.

"What about this?"

Chris had no idea what had gotten into Rupert in the middle of the night-why was he sending portraits, of all things? Still, he opened the image, just to humor him.

One look, and Chris froze. He felt a chill run down his spine, which wasn't helped by the fact that he was standing alone in a deserted hospital corridor in the middle of the night.

He quickened his pace, tapping out a reply.

"It's identical."

"I used to think it looked like Sylvia when she was a kid, but now I can see the difference. Those eyes-they're exactly like yours!"

Chris shut himself in his office, gulped down some water, and tried to steady his

nerves.

He'd always thought dreams were just dreams—nothing more. But now? He wasn't so sure anymore.

"I see."

Rupert didn't respond again.

Chris didn't get a wink of sleep that night.

...

sedative and slept like a baby. When

and pouring oatmeal into

arm.

"Mom-I know that doctor."

Naomi jumped, nearly spilling the oatmeal all over

Bridget's surgery. Mom, can you

time. There was no way it was just a coincidence that he

off. She looked at Naomi, searching her face

pulled her arm free and kept her eyes on the oatmeal. "Sylvia, let

stared at her, stunned. "Mom,

doctor-and the nurses from the

program out They won't be back for

of town. They won

an announcement posted

"An...announcement?"

words. Just hearing

turned red as

choked out, "They're basically

to take the blame.

have no choice,

Sometime's

have ow the

pill."

the hit, but there's no way he'd let you

off the covers and tried to get out of bed,

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