The Night Before My Birthday, My Late Father Came to Me in a Dream and Said, “Don’t Wear the Green Dress.” The Next Morning, I Saw It — and Realized He’d Been Right to Warn Me.

in the space of a few hours.

Evening was approaching rapidly. Soon Mark would return home, and I would have to look him directly in the eyes knowing he wanted me dead. I would have to talk to him, smile at him, pretend everything was normal.

The thought made me physically ill.

But I had made my choice. Tomorrow night, at my fiftieth birthday party, Mark continue reading …