Amelia Johnson suddenly remembered—it was in her dream!
She quickly covered her face and sat up in bed. “Gotta use the bathroom.” Without another word, she bolted.
Damien Taylor stared at her retreating figure. Was she… running away?
Did he scare her or something?
On the nightstand lay an old photo of Amelia as a kid with her adoptive parents and little brother. She had a ponytail and the brightest, most carefree smile—it almost jumped right out of the picture.
When Amelia came out of the bathroom, she saw Damien still looking at the photo.
A little embarrassed, she walked over and stepped in front of him. “Um, let’s head downstairs.”
Damien looked at her and said, “You haven’t changed much.”
“Huh?” Amelia blinked at him, confused.
He nodded toward the photo. “
