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In my dream that night, the gala turned into a total shit show. Chandeliers dripped blood-red light, and guests wore masks that sneered at me as I walked by.
Whispers followed like freaking smoke: "Step-brothers… disgusting… what would their parents think?"
Familiar faces...Mom, Keith, Ethan, loomed from the crowd, eyes full of disgust. Mom turned away, Keith disowned us with one cold word, and Ethan... Ethan just walked away, heartbroken and silent, leaving me alone in the center of the ballroom as the whispers turned to shouts.
I've had multiple dreams of being trapped and drowning...but why did this one feel so close to home?
I jolted awake, heart racing, sheets damp with sweat. The suite was pitch dark except for the faint glow of the city outside, the clock on the nightstand reading 2:47 a.m. I sat up, disoriented and trembling, the dream clinging to me like cobwebs.
Unable to even think about falling back asleep, I grabbed my phone and texted him.
