I agreed to join my husband and his son on a camping trip, not knowing the danger waiting for me. In my dream, they drugged me to punish their stepdaughter, leaving me alone in the mountains—and I died in a mudslide. When I woke, I found a bottle of white pills in his pocket. Calmly, I slipped it back and smiled, “This time, bring your stepdaughter too.” I would survive. I would watch. And when the time was right, they would pay for thinking they could end me.
Chapter 1
After agreeing to go camping in the mountains with my husband and son, I had a dream.
In the dream, they drugged me and left me alone in the wilderness to get back at his stepsister.
That night, a mudslide hit the campsite, and I died there.
When I woke up, I actually found a bottle of white pills in my husband's pocket.
I quietly slipped the bottle back and softly said to him:
"Let's invite your stepsister on this camping trip."
Justin froze, then snapped impatiently: "Why drag her along? It's our family trip!"
"Mary, how many times must I say it? Dorothy and I are just siblings."
"When will you stop being so paranoid?"
Our son Stephen clapped and chanted: "Mommy's paranoid! Paranoid!"
I lowered my eyelids, face calm, only my knuckles turning white.
"Honey, you misunderstand."
My voice stayed gentle: "I wrongly accused you two before. This trip is my chance to apologize and mend things."
"I don't want you caught in the middle."
A week ago, I'd found black lace
