Fristy saw her husband's unremarkable face and suppressed her disgust; this man couldn't compare to Lance in the slightest.
She closed her eyes and turned away: "Alright, let's sleep. There are plenty of things to do Tomorrow."
Her husband looked at her back, hesitated for a while, but did not embrace her.
Tossing and turning past Midnight, Fristy finally fell asleep.
But even when asleep, it was a light sleep because she began having dreams constantly.
She dreamt of Nell Harris returning, dreamt of her coming back to the Davis Family, standing in front of her, pointing at her, saying she was the murderer...
She also dreamt that she died very miserably, covered in Blood, bruised and battered...
The dream felt so real that even the Bloody smell lingered in her breath, seemingly clear.
Fristy suddenly woke up, clutching her chest and gasping, wiping the sweat off her forehead, recalling everything from the dream, feeling terrified.
