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ant meeting. Dr. Herbert, a renowned Ph.D. in mathematics and Wilton's father, was expected to join the pro

e meeting is starting,

oon," Dr. Herbert replied, his mi

What is he scheming now?" Dr. Herbert though

ucted, "Once I enter, please make sure to check on Wilton at school. Toda

ding the attention of the esteemed gathering. Little did he know, his son Wilton was f

n happened to be walking towards me. We met at the gate, and both felt

gave in class yesterday and the birthday mark on his chest, which resembled my husband's. "I knew definitely

ut..." But before I could done, he cut in, "Are you getting

s?" I asked, feeling a bit frustrated. "Plus, yesterday, why did you...?

ents around us began to stare. I saw my husband's face in Wilton's, and the faces kept changing - my hu

udents murmuring from the back. Suddenly, I realized I was stand

oice filled with concern. As he led me away, I couldn't shake off the feeling that someth

but that doesn't give you the edge to address your teacher rudely," I said, trying to maintain my composure

o distance myself from the strange encounter. I could

as I hallucinating? I was sober then, but my mind was playing tricks on me. Yet, I couldn't deny the details that stuck in my head - Wilton's perfectl

female student president. "Hey, Catherine, what's going on? You've

se myself. "Oh, just a bit tired, that's a

discuss something with you. The school's annual charity event is co

later," Sarah said, smiling, and wa

ried to focus on my work, but my mind kept wandering back to him. I couldn't understand why I was so dra

. I adored her not only for her academic excellence in Mathematics but also for her kind heart and versatility. I followed her to the classroom, bu

was in the street, the next at a bus stop, and finally, I found myself standing in the cemetery where my husband was laid to

oice echoed in my mind, "Ma'am, are you okay?" But I couldn't respond. I was lost in a labyrinth of

y to face. The migraine intensified, and I felt myself being pulled back to reality, but I knew that nothing would ever be the s

nd the screen glowed with an eerie light, revealing the time to be 7:30 pm. I remembered checking my phone earlier that day, when I was following Sarah to cl

need someone to keep an eye on you." I felt a sense of desperation wash over me, and tears began to flow as I gazed at my husband's gra

e would even find me if something happened. The thought sent a shiver down my spine, and I knew I had to get out of there, but my legs fe

hought I couldn't take it anymore, an umbrella appeared above me, shielding me from the torrent. I looked up to see Wilton standing beside me, his broad ches

is voice firm but gentle, witho

rds, but my mind was a jumble.

knowing look. "You d

closer to his side. "Let's get out of here," h

wonder what was happening to me. Was I losing my mind? And why was Wilton always there to rescue me? The questions