Chapter 11

I said I wasn't even sure whether Tristan had seen me with that woman. But judging by how he reacted at that time, he most likely didn't. "Sounds like he didn't see you then. Don't stress yourself out too much. Go upstairs and get some rest," Dad said, rubbing his temples. "Okay." I nodded and headed upstairs. Maybe it was because we were already in the dog days of summer, but the heat felt unbearable today. Back in this generation, we didn't have air-conditioning and only had an old fan pushing air around. Even in the morning, the air coming from that fan was still warm. With the cicadas screeching nonstop outside, I tossed and turned for what felt like forever. Drifting between being conscious and asleep, I slipped into a string of dreams. The first dream was about that woman. I dreamed that Brandon dragged her back and broke her legs in front of the entire village. She crawled all the way to my doorway, smearing her own blood across it as she wrote the word "tragic". Then I h