Susan returned home to her husband, Richard, but she couldn’t get the boy out of her mind.
That night, she had a dream. A very vivid, realistic dream.
She saw her late son, Adam. He was standing in the middle of an empty room, holding out a scrap of paper to her.
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On the paper was an address: 443 Washington Street.
Adam looked her straight in the eye and said just one phrase: “Mom, take me with you.”
Susan woke up in a cold sweat. This dream repeated for three nights in a row. She realized it wasn’t just a nightmare. It was a sign.
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