Chapter 11
On the way back, I leaned against the car seat, drifting in and out of sleep.
In that haze, I slipped into the dream again–the old dream. Betrayal. Bankruptcy. The sea closing over my head.
I jolted awake from the dream.
Beside me, my mother was reading through some documents.
Up front, the driver kept the car moving steady and smooth.
Outside the window, the spring breeze was gentle, the sunlight warm and golden. Everything felt just as it should be.
As if every path that had strayed would eventually find its way back.
Fate, after all, would always correct itself.
