hon. The dream had been so vivid-the towering trees stretching toward an endless sky, the cool mis

tled her most

a.

n now as she sat upright in bed, the darkness of her room pressing in around her

ightstand. The numbers on the digital

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ai

over her. This was the third time this week she had woken up at the exact same moment,

side was calm, bathed in silver light from the full moon. Everything looked the same-except f

to the reflecti

th caught in

ha

known. Streaks of shimmering white ran throu

hands flying to her

support. Her fingers wove through the strands, her pulse racin

o

was

fferent. It wasn't just the streaks of white in her hair. It was the way she felt. As if

at her door

va

oft, but tinged with

tated. T

rried glances whenever she mentioned turning eighteen, dismissin

crossed the room and

warm expression clouded with concern. She took

ime, she didn't

, voice tight. "There's som

instinct screamed that her li

was no tur