Chapter 95 Who Am I (Ii)

• Jake sat at the back of the classroom, his eyes only half-focused on the notes in front of him.
• No matter how the professor spoke, none of the words registered; his mind was miles away from the lecture.
• This was the second time he'd felt this way—a nagging instinct that something was off. The first was when Marianne had almost gotten into an accident. Somehow, he’d managed to push through that feeling. But now, since the moment he arrived in class that morning, a strange restlessness had gnawed at him, triggered by a weird dream the night before.