Ava Sullivan woke with a scream.
Her fingers clutched the sheets, her chest rising and falling in ragged breaths. The dream no, the nightmare was so vivid it left her shaking.
She had never seen that woman before. But she could feel her terror, hear the shattering glass, taste the panic as if it were her own.
It wasn't the first time.
For months, these dreams had haunted her glimpses of a woman in silk dresses, a faceless man whispering her name, a love story that always ended in tragedy.
But it was just a dream… right?
Shaking it off, she stumbled out of bed, brushing off the unsettling feeling that clung to her.
Outside, the city was alive, and reality demanded her attention.
She was Ava Sullivan, a struggling waitress trying to survive in New York. She had rent to pay, a double shift to cover, and no time for foolish dreams.
But deep down, she couldn't shake the feeling that somewhere, in another lifetime, she had left something unfinished.
And it was coming back for her.