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a pump of hand soap for my hands. “I’ll chop the tomato.”
    “I have some of that pineapple salsa that you like,” he opened a dark, cherry cabinet. “It’s not cold, but stick it in the freezer while I cook the steak.”
    He remembers that I like the salsa cold. I smiled at the easy familiarity between us.
    “Okay. Thanks. ”
    He opened the pre-cooked, seasoned steak and dumped it into a skillet. “What do you know about 1955?”
    “1955… I know that she was born in… Romania. But she moved to the United States. I… she … had wavy, blonde hair and green eyes.”
    “Romanian, with blonde hair? ”
    “People with Slavic or Hungarian ancestry commonly have blonde hair.”
    “Huh.” He stirred the sizzling steak with a plastic spatula.
    “The only dream that I had about 1955 took place in North Carolina.”
    “What was it about?”
    I opened the drawer that I knew held the tomato knife. Marveling in the luxury of the forked tip, I silently thanked Mrs. Rush for being the chef that she was. In my house, we used a steak knife to cut everything. “Just West and I. Nothing significant happened. I was pregnant.”
    “Third person,” he muttered, tossing the steak around in the skillet.
    I sliced through the tomato, narrowing my eyes. “Right. She was pregnant.”
    “Well, my dream wasn’t so uneventful.” He turned the burner heat down to simmer, turning to face me. “ I… hunted … her for as long as I could remember. I can’t think of any other word to describe my urge to find and kill… her.” He shifted his eyes, looking out the kitchen window above the sink and into the darkness. “West told me that in all of the lifetimes that he knew me… except for this one… it was my own will to kill you. I didn’t need to be threatened or persuaded in any way by Troy. I wanted to kill you.”
    I shivered, the knife frozen in motion. “ Third person, ” I whispered, my voice breaking.
    He closed his eyes, grimacing painfully. “I shot you. Three times- twice in the chest, once in the head, outside of a gas station. I shot West twice in the chest. The owner ran out with a shotgun and killed me. I died staring at a sign that said “ Gasoline- twenty and a half cents. ” Where I fell, I could touch your hair.” His breathing, quickening with every word, turned my stomach. “ It was sticky from the blood. ”
    Involuntarily, I covered my middle with my hand, staring at him. He opened his eyes to face me. “I was pregnant?” I already knew the answer.
    “Yes. And I felt… successful. Justified.”
    Swallowing, I carefully set he knife next to the half-sliced tomato. “Have all of your dreams been like this?”
    He continued to lean against the stove, perfectly still. “Every time I sleep. Since I got the numbers.”
    I nodded, flattening my hand over my nauseous stomach.
    “These past two months, especially if I wouldn’t see you in the halls or around for a few days, I would start feeling…,” he exhaled. “I would wonder what it’d be like to kill you… now.”
    “Logan,” I gasped a tearful breath, shaking my head. “Are you serious?”
    “I caught myself following you at school… watching you. Abby noticed and we got in a huge fight. When I would see you, I would feel… normal again. I know you , Roam. I would never hurt you .”
    Do not trust Logan. You can love him all you want, but you cannot trust him.
    West’s words echoed through my mind, chilling me. I stared at him, my expression guarded. “Well of course you wouldn’t, Rush. Calm down.”
    Relief flooded his expression. “You believe me?”
    I continued slicing the tomato, calming myself as I thought through the defensive moves I’d learned over the past few months. “You saved my life in Russia.”
    He walked to me, and I couldn’t help but tighten the grip on the knife.
    “I’m trying to tell you that the dreams are getting more vivid. Places, events. I read the numbers on my arm in one of them, and I