Hailee's POV
I jumped out of my bed, my eyes drifting to the wall clock. It was past 7 p.m. Without wasting a second, I grabbed the first jacket I could find and threw it over myself. My heart pounded—not from the rush, but from fear. Deep, soul-gripping fear. That dream… It wasn't just a dream. I knew it wasn't. My dreams never were. They were always signs. Warnings. And this one felt worse than any I'd ever had.
I flew down the stairs, thankful that Mom's door was shut. I couldn't stop. I couldn't explain. I slipped out of the house and slammed the door behind me. The cold air wrapped around me, biting at my skin—but I didn't care. I ran. I ran like my life depended on it. Or his.
The streets were quiet, the streetlights casting long shadows around me, but I didn't stop. I couldn't. My feet hit the pavement hard and fast, my breath catching, my chest tight with panic. I didn't even realize how far I'd come until I saw the glowing sign of the hospital in the distance.
