Her heart was pounding. She reached under the various necklaces she always wore and put her palm between her breasts, felt the rapid beating.
That was some nightmare.
So real. So frightening.
No, she thought. Not a nightmare.
Something else.
She’d had a vision. That was the way they often came to her. As she slept.
Winona blinked a couple of times, trying to bring the images in her head into focus.
She drew in a sharp breath.
“Oh, Keisha,” she said. “What on earth have you done?”
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