Zayden's eyes narrowed, and his mind raced with questions. He pushed off the wall and took a step closer to Zara, staring at her intently. Isn't she afraid of me?
Zara's gaze remained fixed on the ground, her cheeks turning crimson at the closeness between her and Zayden. She spoke, her voice barely above a whisper. "Last night..." She paused, a lump building in her throat.
"I dreamt about a good friend. Her name was Anna, but she's dead now," Zara continued, tears shimmering in the corners of her eyes.
Zayden's heart skipped a beat. She was remembering fragments, but not the entire truth. Why? How does she know Anna?
He took another step closer, his eyes never leaving Zara's gaze.
Was she close to Anna? he thought dismissively.
"How do you know her?" he pressed, his voice firm but controlled.
"From where I work..." she paused again, tears escaping her eyes, unaware of Zayden's thoughts.