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    He clenched his jaw, unable to argue with that. After a beat, he asked, “During that month… did you really never feel anything off? Never question if you’d been asleep that long?”


    She opened her mouth to say no, but he cut in sharply. “Think carefully before you answer.”


    She froze. Under the weight of his stare, she forced herself to recall the blurred edges of that month.


    “I kept having the same dream. Marc proposing to me with a ring. It was gorgeous. Like a little piece of the universe. There was a blue diamond in the middle…”


    Before she could finish, William’s expression darkened.


    She noticed immediately and her stomach knotted.


    William leaned in slightly, his voice low. “A ring surrounded by tiny diamonds… like a gxy. Like looking at the sky through a telescope.”


    Her breath caught. He had just described it exactly. She stared at him, stunned.


    He let out another hollowugh.


    “Ste, has it ever crossed your mind that the man in your dream wasn’t Marc… and that it wasn’t a dream at all?”


    Color drained from her face.


    Marc had told her repeatedly that the dreams were just remnants of confusion. That after such a longa, her mind couldn’t separate reality from fantasy.


    But William was telling her something else entirely.


    “No… no, it can’t be true,” she choked out, shaking her head. “It’s not true.”


    She wouldn’t let herself believe Marc had lied. Not about something like that.


    “Think, Ste,” William pressed. “Marc is a businessman. He doesn’t understand scientific research, astronomy, or experiments. If you talked to him about those things, would he even follow?”


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    Her heartbeat faltered.


    She remembered trying once—trying to share something she’d been reading, excited—and Marc had just smiled, patted her head… and fallen asleep ten minutester.


    Her voice trembled. “Marc may not know those things, but he said it was just a dream. He said the ring wasn’t real.”


    Yes, it was just a dream. That was all it was.


    She clung to the thought, refusing to let it crack. But William had no ns to spare her anymore. He wasn’t going to tiptoe around her denial or soften the truth just because it hurt.


    William called Luca and told him to send over the photo and purchase order for the ring—the one originally meant for Ste.


    Within a minute, the email came through. William turned theputer screen toward her.


    “Ste. Look closely. Still think it was just a dream?” He leaned back. “If it is, then what are you doing right now—dreaming?”


    There it was. The exact same ring from her dreams, now staring back at her in high resolution. The shape, the setting, the glint of the stone—identical.


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