After getting home in the wee hours of the morning, Renee Jennings lay in bed, tossing and turning. Unable to sleep, she edited and published another post.
When she woke up the next day, it was already nearly noon.
Renee raised her hand and pressed the switch for the curtains. The seamless drapes slowly drew apart, and brilliant sunlight flooded in through the floor-to-ceiling windows.
She sat up, leaning against the headboard, and scrolled through her private messages, making sure not to miss a single one.
A user named "The Dream-Chasing Deer" had sent her a lot of messages.
[Ms. Jennings, there's something that scares me now whenever I think back on it.]
[A few days ago, I took my Lucky out for a walk, and he started acting a little strange when we were crossing a bridge!]
[When we got to the middle, Lucky kept getting in front of me, as if he was trying to stop me from going any further!]
