“Damn it…, are you going to try to stop me?”
A man’s voice as the red moon fills his vision.
This is a premonition. The man in her dream was the one who saved her from the hell her stepmother had created in her last life.
“For his sake,” she says, ”I must stay out of his life.”
But after the regression, she…
“Why did you come now?”
Once again she was shaken by the man’s plaintive plea.
* * *
“…Are you ill?”
The gentle, careful way she swept her bangs back was unmistakably that of “her”.
And he knows it.
If Evelyn was really “her”, there was no way she wouldn’t recognize him.
Then…
“Who the hell are you?”
