Twenty-Five

Zina

I jerked awake from an alarming dream, drenched in sweat. My breath was heavy and uneven as I sat up. The dream had been almost too absolute, with Anthony in some danger. It bothered me in ways I didn’t want to admit.

Why the hell did I keep dreaming about him, especially since he was probably somewhere out there squandering the money my late husband had worked so hard to earn? 

“Don't think about it,” I said out loud. “It's just your mind playing tricks on you.”

Or maybe it was a sign, but even if it were, what could I do about it?

How likely was it that his problems began just when the money was transferred to him?

For my own sake, I needed to stop thinking about him. What we shared was just a bond that could be broken, nothing more.

Dragging myself out of bed, I went to the kitchen and poured mys