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[email protected] Website: www.dreammaker-series.com Printed in U.S.A Dedication– To my amazing parents, I was lucky at birth and life only got better. PROLOGUE It was the final morning of Chance’s spring break. With just over 2-hours before her flight, there wasn’t enough time to venture out, but too much time to sit around or scroll through her cell phone. Instinctively she began her stroll from breakfast on the west veranda through the villa’s long marble corridors to the library, and the perfect place to spend her final few hours in paradise. Entering the library was inspirational. No matter how many times Chance visited its expansive Great Hall, her attention was always drawn to the six large stained-glass windows in its towering ceiling. Then she would always play the same game. Closing her eyes, Chance spun-around, stopped, pointed, opened her eyes then went to the book she was pointing at. With more than 170 million items, she never selected the same book twice. But that day’s selection was different. Rather than a shelf, it brought her to a table with a glass top, a fine display cabinet more suited for a museum than a library. Looking through the glass, Chance saw a book, or perhaps a diary.