Chapter 3

Her words scared me pale:

"Jessica, what—what are you saying?"

Seeing her confused expression, I continued asking:

"Tell Mommy, why would you ask that?"

Jessica tilted her head, looking innocent:

"Mommy, you said it yourself last night when you were dreaming."

I crouched down and gripped her shoulders tightly:

"What Mommy says in her dreams, you can't take it seriously, and you can't tell anyone, understand?"

After she nodded seriously, she suddenly lowered her head with an extremely aggrieved look:

"Mommy, Zack didn't come to school today, and Lily said it was my fault."

"Now none of the kids in class want to play with me anymore..."

"That's too much!"

I immediately sent a message to Miss Foster.

She said she would definitely have Lily apologize to Jessica in front of the whole class tomorrow.

Looking at Jessica's dejected appearance, I encouraged her:

"Jessica, when you encounter something like this, you must speak up right away!"

"Whether she meant it or not, her behavior hurt you, so we must be brave and stand up for ourselves!"

Hearing my words, her eyes instantly lit up.

"Mommy, I'll remember."

At eight o'clock that night, after I put Jessica to sleep, I gradually fell asleep too.

I just didn't expect I would dream about Jessica's kindergarten classmate—Lily.

I had a deep impression of this little girl.

Because she was the tallest girl in the entire senior class.

Jessica had mentioned that she and Zack were good friends.

So when Zack didn't come to school today, she took all her anger out on Jessica.

In the dream, I was completely out of control. Under the pitch-black night, I quietly walked into Lily Sweet's room.

Then I threw her out the tenth-floor window.

"Ahh..."

I screamed in terror, jolting awake from the dream.

I had killed someone in a dream again!

The dream was so real, yet so bizarre!

Jessica beside me was also awakened by my scream:

"Mommy, are you okay..."

After taking a deep breath, I told Jessica I was fine, then quickly opened the parents' group chat on my phone.

Fortunately, there were no messages inside.

I must have been affected by Zack's incident, which is why I had this kind of dream.

But because of this dream, I couldn't fall back asleep that night.

I just stared at the parents' group chat on my phone, watching it until daybreak.

Thankfully, the thing I feared never happened.

But the next day when I took Jessica to kindergarten, I ran right into Lily's mother.

She was disheveled, standing at the kindergarten gate like a shrew, crying out:

"My daughter died last night! Someone threw her out the tenth-floor window!"

"First Zack, now my daughter—there's no such thing as coincidence. It must be someone from the kindergarten!"