Mia Grant fell silent.
For a moment, only the soft music flowed through the car.
Yates Donovan gripped the steering wheel, cautiously watching Mia's reaction from the corner of his eye.
She seemed stunned.
After a long moment, she furrowed her brow sharply.
"Rebirth?"
She twisted her stiff neck to look at him. "How... how can you say that word so calmly?"
Yates thought, 'I'm anything but calm.'
He had just spent all of last night slowly processing it.
That's why he didn't look like a mental patient right now.
"You remember saying someone killed you with a knife in your dream."
"I know who it was."
Mia's expression flickered, but she feigned composure as she looked at him.
"It was Hayes Hughes, wasn't it?"
"!"
Mia's eyelashes trembled violently.
Yates kept his eyes on the road and continued, "My uncle didn't tell me."
"I also dreamed about what you described."
"Except, I saw it from my own perspective."
