Her hand subconsciously went up to clutch her chest. "You know... He and Rachel were fighting when we visited them in New York last time."
"Rachel has admitted her mistake. Their problem should've been solved, right? Otherwise one of them would've called us already." Michael replied, "Did you see them fighting again in your dream? Maybe it's because you're so worried that it follows you to your sleep."
Rena was still silent in her place. The dream she saw just now was far more horrible.
In a dark room in the middle of nowhere, Rena saw Ryley holding a bloodstained knife, crying. She thought that Ryley had harmed himself but then the blond kept saying 'I'm sorry' all the time.
Rena was about to approach him but someone grabbed her hand from behind. Before she could look at the figure, however, she had jolted back awake from her quick nap.
"I can't rest unless I make sure that Ryley is fine." Rena said as she stood up from the chair.
