That night, Christine's sleep was filled with strange dreams.
First, she dreamed of Ethan's birthday in the hospital room. The place was packed with people, decorated with balloons and streamers, filled with the sweet scent of flowers and cake. Friends, classmates, colleagues, doctors, and nurses had all come to see him. All kinds of people crowded the small room, laughing and chatting happily.
The birthday boy, Ethan, lay in his hospital bed at the center of it all. There were too many people for Christine to see his face, but she knew he must be happy.
After all, he was so well-liked, loved by so many.
Christine stood in a corner of the room, filming her husband's birthday party with his camera. Suddenly, her lens caught someone at the doorway - a figure she knew all too well, Adrian.
He wore his signature black suit, tall and straight-backed, standing alone outside the noisy crowd.
