Dylan’s face twitched.

Grandma May returned the drawing to him after taking a look at it.

“Nana.”

The old lady raised her hand to stop him from talking. She said, “It was your dream. If you have questions, you should be the one looking for answers. What use is there in asking me? I’m not a know-it-all.”

With a bitter face, Dylan said, “But you’ve already chosen a wife for me and handed me her picture. I’m going to look for her anytime now, but both she and the woman in my dreams aren’t the