Daley was gone when I opened my eyes in the morning. I'm used to him leaving without saying goodbye. Every time I close my eyes last night, I picture Frade alone in the garden.

And Daley appeared in my dream. His hands were stained with blood, and he was dressed in a large white robe that resembled a monk's. He stood in the misty forest and watched me from a distance. Half of his face was covered by darkness, revealing only the other half, which was broken.

I woke up feeling thirsty, so I looked for a glass of ice water. I slumped on the sofa, tired from last night's...