Why My Late Father Warned Me In A Dream About What I Was Wearing

okay with that?”

“Just keeping things friendly and mature,” I’d say with a small smile that gave away nothing.

My friend Jenna—who’d known me since high school, who could read my moods better than anyone—gave me a long look from across the room. She cornered me in the kitchen while I was opening another bottle of wine.

“Something is off,” she whispered continue reading …