"Tell me, Miss Belle. I am here to listen," said Lucas to her as he pushed the needle to the sides of her open wound that had her flinch in pain. Belle could feel every prick and pull on her skin and she looked away from the wound to look at the opened box from which Lucas had pulled out the ice which was left open.
She knew Lucas heard her bizarre dreams unlike others like her acquaintance or her parents who had brushed her words away like dreams. Yet she felt right now that if she were to open her mouth to speak about it, the words would come to sound strange to her.
"I saw Marie in my dream," Belle said with her brows that were drawn together in concentration, "I know many say that they see the dead in their dreams. People who are close to you often appear in the dreams."
"Yes," Lucas urged her to continue without showing any hint of change in his tone.
