CHARLOTTE

I looked around the room and sighed in relief as the confusion cleared. I could tell I wasn’t dreaming anymore by the rate at which my heart pounded against my chest. I tried to steady my breath and looked around. The lights were off, and the atmosphere felt tense. I was almost certain this was another dream, but I inhaled and chuckled. I was at the apartment, recognizable by the smell of roses in the air, which I could almost taste.

If anything could drag me to the present, it was the symbol of the Mooze family. Being awake suddenly made me happy; I would take dealing with my...