Davina's POV
I have to tell Louise Jenkin about the dream.
I must. The absurdity of it doesn't matter.
Today is the day—delaying any longer would be catastrophic.
I've witnessed exactly how it unfolds, from the initial phone call to them climbing into the car and heading to that place.
I need to find some way to warn her today....
That deal cannot happen. It just can't...
I have to speak up...
The torment gnaws at me because this isn't something that'll simply vanish if I stay silent.
I must alert her.
Even though I trust these visions, what if I'm mistaken this time...
What if I can't prevent it.
My chest constricts at the mere thought.
Still, I force those fears aside and concentrate on work. The office buzzes with activity today, colleagues hurrying through corridors clutching documents.
I bury myself in tasks.
I keep telling myself... afterward. I'll warn her afterward.
But how?
