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.
“The police?” I raised my head, tears already streaming down my face. “Iris, that’s Mark we’re talking about. My husband. We’ve been together for twenty years. We have a daughter. How could he possibly—”
“I don’t know how or why,” Iris interrupted gently but firmly, “but the absolute fact is this: someone deliberately continue reading …