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.

leaning against the cold tile wall for support, feeling time stretch out agonizingly. Ten minutes passed. Then twenty. Then thirty. I was just about to knock on the lab door when it opened and Iris stepped out.

Her face had gone completely pale.

“Let’s go talk in my office,” she said quietly, her voice carefully controlled. “Right now.”

We walked down continue reading …