#Chapter19

The next morning Savion sat on his bed to put his shoes on and get ready for his run. A soft knock came from the door as he glanced up to the guest. “Morning. Leaving already?” Armarria asked, walking in with her sweats and tee shirt. “Yes. I go almost every morning around four o clock. Why are you not sleep?” She held her head leaning against the wall. “Same nightmare.” She replied, with a sigh.

Savion stood up causing her to look up at him. “This nightmare of yours concerns me. Is there anything that stands out in the dream that can help you remember?” Armarria took a...