~ Six - Season III ~

Nana’s grip on her cutters tightened.

She stood frozen for a brief moment as she stared down at the shrub of roses. For a while, she didn’t say anything. Not a single word.

“Nana?” I called out to her.

She blinked quickly as she got out of her trance-like state.

I asked, “Have I said anything wrong?”

Slowly, she faced me and replied, “Robert, perhaps it’s better if you don’t pay attention to those kinds of dreams. They can be just playing tricks on you. It will make you think that there is something being hidden from you. When in reality, there is nothing.”

“But, Nana, these dreams are becoming more frequent,” I quickly held onto her hands. “Before, I was able to ignore them. However, these dreams have been a plague in my sleep. I don’t know what to do anymore. I need answers, please,” I begged, desperate.

She sighed and put the cutters in her apron’s front pocket. “Son,” she cupped my face as she looked into my eyes, “I understand that you are filled with emotions right now. An