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

front door, like a host waiting for the guest of honor.

Everyone could feel it without knowing exactly why. The energy in the room changed, like the pressure drop you feel before a thunderstorm.

Then the doorbell rang.

Conversations dipped. People glanced over their wine glasses. The music suddenly felt too loud.

Derek started moving toward the door, but continue reading …