The heat and humidity have reached a pinnacle, reducing the house to a brick oven, so I throw on my swim trunks and grab my journal before heading out to the pool.Charlie, our yellow lab, heads over as I take off my shirt and lie down on my stomach near the deep end. I dip my foot in the glacial water in an attempt to keep cool. Usually, I keep my journal tucked under my sweatshirts on the top shelf in the closet. I don’t know what Logan would do if he ever found it—probably laugh his ass off just before he started in on distribution. I shake my head at the thought. There’s no way Logan would ever do that. He’s an old soul, literally, and no matter how hard he razzes me—he cares about me like a brother.I thumb through the pencil sketches of Skyla I’ve traced out over the years. I wanted a snapshot from those dreams, something to remember her by in the event she ever walked into my life. I didn’t want to forget her. The dreams, the visions are unpredictable. You never know when they’ll creep up on you—if they’ll be back.
