Even though his face was unclear, I knew with everything in me that he mattered and i needed to know him.
Without thinking, I ran after him, chasing him all the way to the edge of a cliff. His back stayed turned toward me, and no matter how loud I called, he didn't stop. He didn't even look back. He just stepped off the edge and disappeared into the dark below, gone before I could reach him.
"Carl!"
I jolted awake, heart slamming against my ribs. The bedside lamp threw a dim, warm glow across the room, but a chill had settled deep in my bones. A shadow moved near the bed.
"Are you okay? Did you have a nightmare?"
Sergio. His face came into focus as my breathing slowed, and I registered the white shirt he was wearing — the same as the man in my dream. But I knew instantly. It wasn't him. Their eyes were nothing alike.
"What did you dream about?" he asked, studying me carefully.
