Seeking Help

Austyn had left with the kids. He left Kira breakfast on the kitchen table, but she had no appetite. Her heart was still pounding too fast, her stomach unsettled. Kira curled up on the living room sofa with a cup of tea. The dream—no, the nightmare—kept replaying in her mind. Gideon’s bloodied face, the gleam in his eyes, the cold, deathlike grip on her hand… Kira called Isabel to arrange a meet. She couldn’t continue like this. The dream was escalating and affecting her life. She had to know how to get rid of it. On the way to Isabel’s office, Kira took a detour to the cemetery. She knew there was no body buried underneath that headstone with Gideon’s name on it, but still, she walked up to it and demanded, ‘Gideon, what do you want from me?’ Why was he haunting her in her dreams? Too tired to walk, Kira took a taxi when she left the cemetery. While they were stuck in traffic, Kira felt a tingling on her spine. She had the odd sensation that she was being watched. She turned around, c