Chapter 1188

• Gavin had never been interested in trivial or sentimental objects. He wasn’t the type to collect seashells from the beach, let alone craft them into a wind chime. Yet somehow, in his dream, he found himself holding one in his hand.
• Dreams often made no sense, defying all logic. But this particular vision felt oddly vivid, almost as if it was a memory he had forgotten.
• In the dream, Miles Westbrook had presented the wind chime to Black Tide. She had taken it eagerly, shaking it lightly so the shells clinked together in a soft, rhythmic melody. Her smile was radiant as she exclaimed, “The sound is beautiful!”