The pool

I dreamed about mom Last night. It was about her murder. I don’t even want to recall it. I’ve replayed the scene so many times in my head that I can tell you where every single drop of blood was. I woke up in the middle of the night to go for a swim, but Dean was there. I didn’t realize it until I got into the water. We talked and he showed me a crime scene that could only be seen with a blue light. Dean told me what happened then, and we talked a little more, then went back to the house.

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