Roys took out a phone and dialed her number.
CHAPTER 75 - The midnight visitors
SOMEONE WAS BANGINGon her door. Except it wasn’t her door. It was Dale’s house. But there were no servants. Why were they not answering the door?
The dream faded, and she woke up to realize there was real banging on the door. Disoriented, her eyes roamed the room. Where was she? Ah yes, the cottage in England. But it was still dark outside. Was it already time to wake up?
Her heart picked up its pace, and a shiver of apprehension went through her. A quick look at the digital clock on the nightstand confirmed it was just a few minutes after one in the morning. So she had only been asleep for a couple of hours. Who could be calling at this hour?
What if they were burglars? But burglars wouldn’t knock, right? Unless they thought the house was empty and wanted to make sure before they broke in. No, that didn’t sound logical either.
Cold with fear, she grabbed her phone and crept to the window that overlooked the front door of the house and looked down.
There was a strange man standing there. He spoke to someone who was knocking on the door, but she couldn’t see the other individual because the eaves blocked him.
Then the unknown man dialed a number on his phone, and her own phone buzzed. She almost dropped it in surprise. Were they calling her? Who were these people, and what did they want with her? She didn’t answer, and the phone settled into silence. Then it jumped to life again with an echoing ring. She hurried to silence it. Nope, not answering that. Too creepy. Her phone settled again. Then it vibrated with a beep. A text message. From... She peered out the window. From them?
She tapped open the message and skimmed over it.
Hi Olivia. You don’t know me. My name is Roys. I’m Dariux and Kalli’s son from the future. I have Dale with me. Open the door, please. Before the neighbors call the police.
Dale? Dale was here? The heartbeat drumming in her ears drowned out every other sound. With trembling fingers, she typed back.
Where is Dale? I don’t see him.
“She wants to see you,” she heard the guy called Roys say.
A shadow separated from the darkness around the house. Her breath froze in her throat as the man looked up. The pale moonlight bleached the golden color of his hair, and the azure of his eyes, but it was definitely his beloved face she saw bathed in the silver light. Dale.
She opened the window, leaning out.
“Livvy.” He lifted his hand in a small wave.
“Dale? Is it r-really you?” Her voice trembled.
“Yes, sweetheart. It is me.” He replied in a low voice.
