“Well, don’t you think it’s about time you told me?” I asked.

We walked in silence for about ten minutes and I was beginning to wonder if Maggie was going to let me in on this.

Suddenly she just blurted out, “I started having these vivid dreams about Layla a few months ago. They were so real, like she was already born and with me and she was talking to me and telling me all these things about life and about coming into this world and being our child and…”

“What? Why didn’t you tell me!” I said.

“Because it was freaking me out, Jim. It was so weird and real and Layla was telling me things about my parents and what happened and my Grandma, and I thought I was losing my mind! I didn’t want you to worry about me! The only person I had to turn to was Mama because you know she’s, well, she’s who she is and I knew she would understand and I needed to talk to someone about this.”

“Amazing!” I said.