"While I was unconscious, I had a dream. I dreamed that you were kidnapped…"
"Yvonne being kidnapped? That was ages ago. The police rescued her, and she came home safely. The kidnappers are still in prison. Mom, what's gotten into you? Why are you bringing that up?" Jeffrey said, completely exasperated.
But Teresa just shook her head, tears streaming down her face.
"In my dream… in my dream, Yvonne wasn't rescued. She called us for help, but we all thought she was just acting out, so we ignored her. She overheard the kidnappers saying they were going to assault her and then sell her. She was so terrified that it triggered a heart attack… When they found her, she wasn't breathing, so they just dumped her body."
"When they found her, she was already stiff. My… my daughter… how scared and hopeless she must have felt when she died."
Teresa clutched her chest, her sobs turning into heart-wrenching wails.
"Mom, it was just a dream. Look, Yvonne is standing right here in front of you, perfectly fine," Jeffrey said, trying to calm his mother, worried that the intense emotions would be too much for her newly awakened state.
"Right, Yvonne's fine. She's right here in front of me," Teresa murmured, looking at Yvonne. And Yvonne looked back at her.
Yvonne's expression was placid, her eyes devoid of any emotion.
Jeffrey helped Teresa back into bed.
Leaning against the pillows, Teresa still held Yvonne's hand, rambling on. "Yvonne, you don't understand. I kept having this dream the entire time I was unconscious. Everything in it felt so real."
"Maybe everything in the dream was real," Yvonne said suddenly, her eyes locked on Teresa's.



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