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The silence inside the car was killing me, but I wasn’t going to be the one to c***k. As far as I knew, my mind was too messed up for me to say anything coherent.
I kept replaying everything that had happened in the last month. I’d met Micah, found a real-life but different Victor, lost contact with Cheryl, and lost the visions of dream Victor. Freaky gods appeared in my visions instead, and I’d watched both the destruction of a town in Switzerland and a part of Micah’s past in visions. Plus the shining number eight everywhere I looked.
I would give anything to crawl inside a cave and have a vision, a long and permanent vision, where Victor, the dream Victor, and I lived happily ever after. Instead, I was now on the road, on the run. My heart squeezed tight, hurting. My hands shook e
