My wife, Zoey Watts, froze.My late mother had been a renowned psychic in our village, and she'd appeared in our dreams twice since passing.The first time, she warned me not to leave the house. I listened, and the next day, the bus I was supposed to take plunged off a cliff, leaving no survivors.The second time, she told us to move overnight. We didn't hesitate, and the next morning, a landslide wiped out the village. We were among the few who made it out alive.This third time, she insisted I leave all five million dollars to our eldest daughter, Jayda Dawson.Ignoring her the first two times meant certain death. If I ignored her this time, I couldn't help but feel that something terrible would happen.Zoey looked torn. "Your mom's dreams are never wrong. But Jayda is such an ungrateful brat! If we give her everything, it'll break Caleb's heart. It'll ruin our family!"Whether I listened to Mom or not, we were already caught in a dead end.My brows furrowed as my pen hovered
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