There is a furious knocking on the door as me and Lauren watch yet another Twilight movie. My closing eyes snap open, and Lauren pops out of her seat.
“I got it,” Lauren says, rushing the door. “Oh... yes?”
I stand up and sleepily pad over to the door, but come to a full awake mode when I see a man in a dark suit standing in the beaming light of the front porch. His hair is so perfectly combed on his head that it scares me... just a little.
It’s the man from my dream.
“Does a Ms. Dawn Michaelson reside here?” He asks, looking behind Lauren at me, there is a knowing gleam in his eye. As if he already knows I’m who he's looking for.
“Yes, that is me,” I say stepping forward. “What do you need?”
“Well, it says in the will of Mr. John Michaelson that the legal guardian in a case of his
