So, this is what the twilight zone feels like. Zach scraped half-heartedly at the paint on the old shingles, his senses acutely aware of Ellie who crouched in the garden spot, pulling weeds. He glanced over his shoulder. Her back was to him now, yet he felt watched, now he knew the reason she’d kept looking at him with terror in her eyes.
He would have thought she was lying, making the whole thing up. But no one, aside from Meryl Streep, perhaps, could have faked that first moment in the driveway, the expression of utter shock, and the swoon that almost brought her skull in contact with the pavement. And then, there was the timing of her dreams, and the strange yet undeniable connection to Ellis Morgan. Zach shook his head. Not only had he inherited a house, but everything that came with
