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THREE
Iris
I’m dreaming.
Normally I don’t know that I am until after I wake up but the way that Arlo is looking at me, the things that he’s saying, well that can only be a dream.
Please, Iris. I just need a chance, just one chance with you and I can prove that we’re meant to be.
I stare at dream Arlo, my heart racing as I wonder what to do.
What if he hurts me? What if I’m not the person that he thinks I am or I can’t live up to the idea of me he has in his head and he breaks up with me?
There’s a million and one ways for this thing between us to go wrong. Should I really risk it?
My grandma’s voice comes from nearby and I turn to see an antique vase filled with tulips nearby. They were her favorite flower and my grandpa used to make sure that she had a fresh bouquet every Sunday.
I smile at the sight of them but then they start talking.
This is clue number two that I’m dreaming.
“Take the chance. He’s worth the risk,” she says.
“How do you know?” I ask her but there’s no reply.
The flower petals blow in the wind and I turn back to see Arlo. Only now we’re on a cliffside and the water is raging and swirling beneath us.
“Iris, I need you,” he calls over the wind and I stare at him wide eyed.
I want to say yes but I can’t get my mouth to cooperate.
“Iris, you know that things could be amazing between us. Just give me a chance!” He yells as the wind picks up and I open my mouth.
I’m going to do it. I’m going to tell him that I want him too, that I can’t stop thinking about him and I’m willing to risk it for a chance with him.
But when I open my mouth, instead of any of those words coming out, all I get is the ringing of the phone.
I can see Arlo’s mouth moving but the ringing phone sound is all that comes out.
I blink awake, sitting up in bed and wondering what the hell any of that dream meant. Why were we on a cliff? Why was it storming? And why was my grandma coming to me as a bouquet of tulips?
I don’t have time to answer any of those questions because my phone really is ringing. I lean over to my bedside table and grab it before the voice mail can pick it up.
“Hello?” I ask, sounding like I’m half asleep still.
“Ms. Maeve?”
“Yes, I’m Ms. Maeve,” I answer.
I don’t recognize the voice and my first thought is that there was an accident and one of my friends has been hurt.
I grip the phone tighter, my heart leaping up to my throat as I wait to see who is calling me in the middle of the night.
“This is Officer Miles. I’m down at Blast From The Past right now. It seems there’s been a break-in.”
I don’t hear much more after he says those words. It’s like I’m in a fog. My whole world grinds to a halt as I wonder who could have broken in and how bad the damage is.
“Your security company called us. Ms. Maeve, I think it’s best if you come down here,” he says and I swallow hard.
