Chapter 1

After my daughter Jessica was pulled by her pigtails for the third time by a boy at kindergarten, the teacher once again chose to sweep it under the rug.

Angry and anxious, I directly taught Jessica:

"Next time that Zack bullies you again, you have to learn to fight back!"

Jessica nodded seriously, then fell into a deep sleep.

Before bed, I also decided to personally go to the kindergarten the next day to teach that boy a lesson.

But that very night, I had a nightmare.

In the dream, I pushed that boy off the 36th floor.

The sound of him hitting the ground was like a watermelon smashing on concrete.

Jolting awake from the nightmare, my phone lit up.

There were many messages in the parents' group chat.

I clicked it open, and the first message made my blood run cold:

"Zack jumped from the 36th floor. He's dead."

"Zack's mom Katie says it wasn't suicide—someone pushed him."

"Did you guys hear the police sirens?"

When I saw this message, the image of myself pushing Zack Harper off the 36th floor involuntarily flashed through my mind.

But I knew very clearly that it was just an absurd dream.

How could it possibly happen in real life?