Chapter 221

Scarlett’s POV I jolted awake. The dream had felt far too real — especially the baby’s final accusation at Everett. It stung with a strange, painful clarity. Outside, the sky had already brightened. I glanced at the clock — it was nine in the morning. I rolled over, propped myself up on my elbows, and slowly sat up in bed. Nothing else bothered me, but the dream in which Everett and I interacted like a married couple… those scenes had been so warm and tender. Even now, after waking, that sweet, cozy feeling lingered in my chest, refusing to fade. I raised a hand to my face — it felt slightly warm. People say that what you think about during the day appears in your dreams at night. Could this really reflect my innermost thoughts? The more I thought about it, the more ashamed I felt. How could I dream of something like that? My phone on the nightstand began to ring. Snapping back to reality, I picked it up and looked at the caller ID — it was Alex. I frowned slightly and pressed “Answer.