Anastasia sat upright on her bed, her back pressed against the wooden headboard, Aurora lying quietly beside her.
The echoes of her dream still clung to her mind like a thick fog. Her eyes were fixed on the ceiling, but her thoughts wandered far beyond it.
"What does this dream mean?" she wondered silently, worry spreading across her face.
"Does it mean Mason is in danger? Or was it just one of those random, meaningless dreams?" She shook her head lightly.
"No… I don't need to be thinking about this," she whispered to herself. "It was just a dream. I need to stop letting things I can't control mess with my peace."
Just as she was about to lean forward and kiss Aurora's forehead, her phone rang sharply, slicing through the quiet morning.
Santiago.
Her heart jumped.
"Why is Santiago calling this early? Has something really happened to Mason?" she thought with alarm, snatching the phone from the bedside table.
She answered quickly. "Good morning, Santiago."
