Daley was gone when I opened my eyes in the morning. I'm used to him leaving without saying goodbye. Every time I close my eyes last night, I picture Frade alone in the garden.
And Daley appeared in my dream. His hands were stained with blood, and he was dressed in a large white robe that resembled a monk's. He stood in the misty forest and watched me from a distance. Half of his face was covered by darkness, revealing only the other half, which was broken.
I woke up feeling thirsty, so I looked for a glass of ice water. I slumped on the sofa, tired from last night's dream. I remember Daley stroking my cheek as I slept last night. There still seems to be a trace of blood in my nose.
He must have gone hunting last night.
At that time, I received a text message. I picked up my cell phone to check my messages. Daley texted me. He told me that a chauffeur would pick me up at 9 o'clock to take me to the bridal shop. He will be waiting for me there.
I replied with a simple yes.
