NovelBookDebra jolted awake, drenched in cold sweat.
Juan was nearby, soaking a towel. When he noticed she was awake, he asked, "Do you want something to eat?"
The sight of Juan only deepened her fear. Instinctively, she scooted away from him, a motion he couldn't help but
notice. "Did you have a nightmare?" he asked.
It was indeed a nightmare.
In her dream, it felt as if she had been transported to her past life. She had observed everything as a ghost.
When she had seen the gravestone, the pain of dying on the operating table had rushed through her all over
again.
Juan silenced her with a look, mouthing, "There's a camera."
Debra composed himself and forced a smile. "Yeah, just a bad dream."
"You've got a fever," Juan said, glancing at the thermometer. "101 degrees Fahrenheit. I'm making soatmeal
for you, and the medicine is on the table."
"Okay," Debra replied smoothly.
After Juan left the room, her mind replayed the dream over and over.
'If that dream was a glimpse of events after my death, why did Juan speak of revenge? Could it be that he wasn't
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The scene of Shelia taking the ring from her finger in the morgue suddenly flashed through Debra's mind.
'Could it be Shelia?"
She threw off the covers and made her way downstairs.
In the kitchen, Juan stood in the morning light, stirring a pot of oatmeal. His clumsy movements seemed at odds
with his usual composed nature. Debra watched in silence. In her previous life, he had never cooked for her. After
all, he didn't love her.
"I'l do it."
"Why are you out of bed? Go back and rest."
Debra handed him his phone. "Your phone's been ringing nonstop. Joe called."
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