"Thanks for letting me stay with you," Dina expressed her gratitude as I smoothed the bedsheet, the softness of her words contrasting with the tension that lingered in the air. The arrangement meant she would be sharing my room, leaving Caleb and Ezra to share the other. With only two rooms in my apartment, it was the best compromise I could manage.
Dina, seemingly expecting to be relegated to the small living room, was visibly surprised when I invited her to stay in my room. A small smile played on my lips, a feeble attempt to convey a sense of normalcy, but my mind was far from the present moment. The recent unsettling vision involving Caleb continued to haunt me, casting a shadow over the otherwise mundane act of preparing the room for Dina.
As I adjusted the sheets, the reality of be
