ALEXANDER
I looked at Faye for a long moment before reaching for my phone.
She was still sitting upright in bed. Her breathing had calmed slightly, but the fear in her eyes hadn't. I knew that look.
After the ritual and everything that followed, I had quietly assumed that gift had disappeared.
But looking at her now...
For the first time, I wasn't so sure.
If what she had just seen wasn't an ordinary dream...
Then there was a very real possibility that my mother was dying.
That thought settled heavily in my chest.
Without another word, I unlocked my phone and called her.
The phone rang several times.
Beside me, Faye watched the screen anxiously, her fingers twisting together in her lap.
Finally, the call connected.
"Hello?" Helen answered, her voice sleepy.
Relief washed over
