Amanda P.O.V.
I am lying in my husband's arms, cuddled, and loving it.
I look up at him, “Babe, what time is the new flight? Sage, babe, wake up, honey.”
I shake him to wake him up, but he is sweating and mumbling in his sleep. Sage was fighting me to get him up, “No, get off me, Becca. I love my wife, my Mandy.”
“Honey, it’s a dream. Wake up, and you’re asleep, babe. Please wake up, honey, please, I love you,” I say over and over again.
This is Sage’s nightmare.
Sage P.O.V
I am so tired and lonely, and I miss my wife so much. I need to call her and talk to her to hear her say anything. I miss her voice and her smile so much. She brightens up the room when she comes into the room.
I call her, and I hear, “Oh, Sage,” but it wasn’t my wife saying that; it was Becca pretending to t
