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.

at the ceiling while turning the same anxious thoughts over and over in my mind.

Mark stretched, yawned widely, and turned toward me with a sleepy smile. “Morning, birthday girl,” he mumbled, his voice rough with sleep as he pecked my cheek with dry lips. “How did you sleep?”

“Fine,” I lied, forcing my face into what I hoped looked like a genuine smile.continue reading …