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But under his sleeve, something cold pressed against her skin. She pulled back the fabric. A stainless steel diver’s watch. Same as the dream. Same as the man whose face she never saw.

The dream always started the same way: with the front door clicking shut. ntr nightmare

Lena’s throat closed. She’d bought him that watch last week. For their anniversary. The receipt was still in her purse. But under his sleeve, something cold pressed against

Different wrist.

He held up the phone. The photo was timestamped. Date, time, GPS coordinates. All wrong. All damning. And in the image, a man’s arm draped over her shoulder. She couldn’t see his face. Just a watch on his wrist—a stainless steel diver, same as Mark’s. Same as the dream

In the dream, she tried to speak. “That’s not me.” But her mouth filled with sand.

She woke gasping, drenched in sweat. The clock said 3:18 AM. Beside her, Mark slept soundly, his chest rising and falling in slow rhythm. She reached out, fingertips brushing his arm. He didn’t stir.