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yeah, I followed you.” He walked out of the building, looking at his hand. “Shit,” he whispered and picked a shard of glass out from between his knuckles.

Chapter 8
    Jessica and Tom swept up the glass in the studio in silence.
    “How long has he been here Jess?” he asked her again.
    “Today was the first time I saw him since we left that godforsaken place,” Jessica snapped back, her eyes filling with tears.
    “Then how the hell does he know about the dance studio or that I want you to come to California?”
    “I have no idea.” She looked at him for a long time. “Tom, the dream I keep having,” she began and stopped as the bell on the door rang and her first student arrived.
    Jessica walked into the lobby. “I’m sorry, we are closed today. There was a little accident and the mirror broke, I will be out of commission here for a few weeks until this gets fixed. I apologize for any inconvenience.” She smiled over and over as she turned away her students. When the last one left, she locked the front door and walked back into the studio.
    “What about the dream?”
    “You left me,” she replied. “Emily died and you left.”
    “I would never...”
    She cut him off. “But you did,” she whispered, “You will.”
    “It was just a dream Jess.”
    “No, it was a glimpse of the future. We both had the same dream, over and over, Tom. It was a glimpse of the future that Ty changed by coming here today.”
    Tom was speechless.
    “In the dream Ty asked me what I wanted and I told him he couldn’t give it to me.”
    “What did you want?” Tom asked, dreading the answer.
    “I wanted Emily back,” she said, surprising him. “He found a way to do that. He made sure the dream would never happen, even if that meant losing me again.” She hitched her breath in and the tears came.
    “Jess.” He reached for her.
    “I’m sorry Tom, but it hurts. I never remembered the entire dream, but I used to wake up very sad, now I know why. Today I understood. You’re going to end up really hurting me.”
    “I love you, Jess,” he said and wrapped his arms protectively around her. “And I would never intentionally hurt you.”
    “I know,” she said. However, you don’t love me like he does. She looked out the window, shivering.

Chapter 9
     
    Chris went to the emergency room giving a lame excuse of slipping and f alling into the mirror at the hotel he was staying at. They patched up the cuts and sure enough, the X-ray showed a few broken bones in his hand and wrist. They put it in a cast and sent him home with some pain pills.
    He checked in at the hotel across from the beach and literally passed out from exhaustion.
    The sun shone bright in his room when he woke, he rolled and glanced at the clock. His eyes went wide and he shot into a sitting position. It was almost eleven.
    After he went to the bathroom and brushed his teeth, he slipped his baseball cap on and headed out for a run. He trotted across the street and stopped at the top of the stairway. A very thin patch of sand greeted him, high tide lapped the rest of the beach and he sighed, turning to the sidewalk to execute his exercise regimen. Hanging a right onto the road that passed her house, he barely gave it a glance, jogging past and stopping at the lighthouse a few blocks away. Chris climbed down the rocks and found a peaceful spot to sit for a while.
    “You lied.”
    Her voice startled him and he turned, looking up at her, too shocked to respond. She climbed down, taking a seat next to him and reached out, running her fingers over the blue cast.
    “I like the color.”
    He stared at her and blinked, unable to believe she had followed him. Blinking again, he glanced down at the cast and shrugged. “I didn’t realize how much of a pain in the ass a broken arm really is.”
    “How bad is it?”
    “It’s just a couple broken bones,” he said, shaking it off. “What really sucks is I’m right handed and my car’s a five speed, and I hope I