40. Back to the investigation

After that event, Tom had been much more attentive to me. You could say that an overprotective father was nothing compared to a demonic, paranoid, protective boyfriend.

I couldn't blame him though, after that dream, I felt strange, but that melodious voice hadn't come again.

Still, to think that I could have died without even realising it...

My skin crawled, I shivered, hugged myself and shook my head.

I couldn't, and didn't want to think about the consequences of my death.

I know it wouldn't have meant much - or rather nothing - to the rest of the world, but to think about my mother, my partner and my friends, and all the things that could happen.

«No, no. Stop thinking,» I said to myself as I sharpened my gaze and began to search the bookshelf.

There, in the city's central library, perhaps I could find something that would tie in with the events that had been happening to me lately.