Carlo crept into the dark bedroom of his New York apartment, lit only by the glow of the moon coming through the open window.
Someone was there—he could feel their presence, thick and palpable.
He saw her scarlet lips first, then the rest of her silhouette stepped into the moonlight.
“I love you, Carlo,” Jules said, “sleep now…”
Carlo awoke the next morning alone, accompanied solely by his unrelenting question: Was it a dream, or could she really be alive?
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