Every Night He Said He Loved Me in My Dreams
The day I decided to marry the heir to one of the East Coast's wealthiest families, my ex-boyfriend Jack Harris showed up in my dream again.
This time was different from all the others. He was on his knees in front of me, sobbing until his voice gave out.
"Nora, I regret it."
"Won't you come back to me?"
The old me would have softened.
But this time, I woke up and only wanted to laugh.
For ten years I thought I dreamed of him because I couldn't let go, that I was pathetic for it.
Then my best friend, a therapist, told me a colleague of hers had picked up a very strange client, a man who'd sold off everything he owned to learn a form of hypnosis that let him control people's dreams dee