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Anna Jadwin always had the same dream. She dreamed she was blindfolded, walking in darkness, searching for the way home.
The Sullivans' house was shrouded in a haze of black fog, with warm lights glowing...
She ran forward, going farther and farther.
Each time she awoke, drenched in sweat, Wayne Bailey would tenderly wipe her sweat and hold her in his arms until dawn.
Lately, the big boss had no choice but to seek Mr. Moore Brown again, who composed a deep sleep melody.
Anna Jadwin finally managed to sleep through the night without dreams, but being unable to vent in her dreams and forbidden to show it during the day only increased her repression.
She couldn't be sad; she already had so much happiness. How could she greedily be sad?
Nobody was allowed to mention Maxwell Cameron in front of her; the thought of him made her uncontrollably upset.
Three months later, at the 100 Days Banquet—
