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

said brightly, flashing a smile of perfect white teeth. “You must be Maya. I’ve heard so much about you.”

I’ll bet you have, I thought.

“Nicole,” I said warmly, graciously. “Come in. We’re so glad you could make it.”

I stepped aside. She walked past me, and Derek materialized at her side immediately, all welcoming smiles and attentive gestures.

“Nicole!continue reading …