The Dreamweaver and the Detective

The storm outside matched the turmoil within. Rain lashed against the windows, a mournful symphony to the vivid nightmare still echoing in Dani Deleon's mind. Bugs crawling, dirt floors, a low, gravelly voice… and a pregnant woman, trapped. It felt too real.
Sitting up in bed, Dani ran a hand through the silky feathers of her dream catchers, a small comfort against the lingering fear. She knew this nightmare wasn't her own. It belonged to someone she had recently touched – a pregnant waitress. A wave of dread washed over her.
A text message pinged on her phone. Jax Michaels.
"G'morning Panda Eyes. Call me when you're up."
He knew she'd be awake. Her nightmares guaranteed that. But this time, the dream felt like more than just a reflection of fear. It felt like a warning.
