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The day before my 50th birthday, my late father came to me in a dream and said, “Don’t wear the dress your husband gave you.” I woke up in a cold sweat. It turned out to be true. My husband had just bought me a dress, and when the seamstress brought it to our house in the suburbs of Atlanta, I cut open the lining and froze in horror.

The day before my 50th birthday, my deceased father came to me in a dream and told me, “Don’t wear the dress from your husband.” I woke up in a cold sweat. It was true. My husband had recently bought me a dress, and when the seamstress brought it to me, I cut the lining open and froze in horror.

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I’m sure you’ll enjoy it till the end. Olivia Sutton, known to everyone as Liv, woke with a sharp gasp, as if she’d been violently ejected from dark water onto the surface. Her heart pounded so hard she felt it might leap right out of her chest.

She gasped for air, feeling the damp cotton of her nightgown clinging to her back, soaked with sweat. Her hand fumbled for the lamp switch, and the room flooded with a soft, warm light. Next to her, on his side of the king-size bed, Marcus “Mark” Sutton slept peacefully.

He was lying on his side, turned toward the wall, and didn’t even stir at her sudden awakening. Liv listened to his even breathing, trying to calm herself, but she was trembling inside. A dream.

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