My Great Escape Led Me to You (Emily Blair) novel Chapter 738

In her dream, Emily Blair was at the wheel, talking—though even she couldn’t quite catch what she was saying. She must have been speaking to whoever was in the passenger seat.

A hazy mist clung to the passenger window, making it impossible to see who was sitting beside her.

She watched her dream-self, oblivious to the looming truck barreling toward them from the side.

Emily didn’t try to call out or take control. Somewhere deep down, she knew this was just a dream. Fear still crawled beneath her skin, but she managed to keep calm.

As the truck hurtled closer, Emily wanted to squeeze her eyes shut—but it was as if her body no longer obeyed her. Her eyelids refused to move.

That was when the mist on the passenger seat cleared.

It wasn’t Alex White sitting there—it was Daisy.

Emily’s eyes flew wide open in terror, her body going numb, hands and feet trembling. She tried to scream, but not a sound left her throat.

Daisy was clapping and laughing, while dream-Emily smiled gently, completely unaware of what was coming.

Crash.

The scene replayed, the car accident slamming into her with a piercing pain in her skull.

Emily shot upright in bed, breath ragged, chest rising and falling as she tried to steady herself.

For a long moment, she stared at the still-glowing TV, her mind slowly registering the cheerful background noise of a late-night variety show.

Her whole body still felt like her blood was running backward. When she wiped her forehead, her hand came away slick with cold sweat.

She glanced at her phone. She’d only been asleep for less than half an hour—it was just ten-thirty at night.

Sitting in silence, she lowered her head and pressed her face into her palms.

Her hands wouldn’t stop shaking. Every nerve in her body seemed to be buzzing with pain and warning.

A knock sounded at the door.

Emily took a moment to compose herself, forcing the tremor from her voice before calling out, “Come in.”

Emily hesitated. “What are you doing here?”

He didn’t answer right away. Instead, he crossed the room and switched on the overhead light. Just before the room flooded with brightness, Emily saw Tristan raise his hand, shielding her eyes with his palm.

“The light’s harsh at first,” he explained.

Emily nodded, grateful.

She peered through his fingers until her eyes adjusted to the brightness. Only then did Tristan let his hand drop.

She watched silently as he dragged a chair over to her bedside and sat down. He crossed one leg over the other, hands in his pockets, chin tipped up as he looked at her. His voice was cool.

“Nightmare?”

Emily hesitated, then nodded.

Tristan’s gaze didn’t waver. “What, Andrew Lane not here with you?”