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The next morning, I found myself absentmindedly twirling the drink in my cup, glancing occasionally at Cecil, who was engrossed in her phone. Whoever was texting her had been at it for a while, but she wouldn’t reveal who it was. "I’ll tell you at the right time," she had said, leaving me in suspense.

She had called me early, just hours after I had finally managed to get some sleep after the horrendous nightmare I had. The vividness of the dream still lingered, making it difficult to even focus on anything else. Despite how hard it was to even leave Victor's side and the house, I made my way over to her place. Initially, it seemed like she had something important to share, but she changed her mind halfway through our conversation. Instead of saying whatever was on her mind, she suggested we go out for a drink.

As we settled into a cozy corner of our favorite café, I shared my disturbing dream with her, hoping she might have some insight. Cecil listened intently, her eyes occasionally