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

so, Derek would glance at me across the room, checking for signs of jealousy or anger, waiting for the explosion he’d prepared to manage. Each time, I’d just smile serenely and continue my conversation with whoever I was talking to.

It was driving him absolutely crazy.

This wasn’t the script he’d written. I was supposed to be upset, visibly uncomfortable,continue reading …