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About the author:
When she’s not weaving words, she enjoys reading, playing RPGs, hockey, wrestling, and football, and is a big sci-fi nerd. Currently she resides in North Carolina, USA with her husband, Brad.
What inspired you to write your book?
I always found dreams fascinating. Why do we dream what we do? Do you dream in color or black and white? Does it matter? If we dream every night, what is it about some dreams that stays with us but not others? These questions started really making me think. Do colors have significance? What if your dreams came real?
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“We were everything, Scott. I honestly thought that you were the one. I thought we had it all. You devastated me when you left. What else could I do? I picked up the shattered pieces of my heart and moved on like you did. At least I tried. I just couldn’t. You left behind a piece of you in the wake.”
“Mira,” Scott whispers.
“That’s right. She has your eyes, you know.”
“Jules, I would do anything, give up everything I own, if I could go back in time and change what happened.”
His expression pains me. My face softens as I swallow hard and slowly nod.
“I can look into your eyes and see that. But it doesn’t change anything, Scott.”
He breaks eye contact with me and takes a few steps back, giving us some much needed
“Did…did you move on?” Scott questions.
“I…” my words suddenly fail me.
Scott nods at my hesitation, seemingly understanding my lack of an answer.
“I’m sorry,” he repeats.
“God, if there was a different word in the English language to use, please start,” I say out of frustration.
“Forgive me, Julie,” Scott pleads. “I don’t know what to do.”
“I don’t either,” I admit.
We stare at each other for several moments, feeling that we’ve reached an impasse.
“Focus on finding Aiden’s killer, not on me,” I finally say.
Scott nods and doesn’t say anything.
“I’m going back. Feel free to follow,” I say before running off.