Bad mood

Grace's POV

“No, Davis… wake up. No, no!” I snapped my eyes open, only to find out that it was a dream. I sniffed as I wiped my tears clean. My forehead was soaked in sweat and I wiped it with the back of my hand.

Coming down from the bed, I went on my knees to pray. I feared that something had happened to Davis and Helen. I didn't know how they planned their movement, although Jack said there was nothing to worry about, I couldn't help but worry.

In my dream, Davis was shot in the forehead, just like Caroline. I don't want anything bad to happen to him. Fine, he had killed and hurt people, but he should not be hurt, she shouldn't be killed.

I cried and prayed to God to help my family. All of them were out there. Davis, Helen, Adrianna, and Vincent, all were out there. I didn't know how I was able to sleep, but I kept having nightmares, so the sleep wasn't doing me any good.

When I was done praying, I made my way to the living room as I wanted to know what the situation was. When