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corner of the room. “I want to look nice for your father.”
David didn’t know what to say to that. He sat down carefully on the bed and took her hand in his, shocked at how cold it was. “I’m not ready.”
“I know. But I am.” She patted his hand. “I can’t help you any more, David. The rest you have to figure out on your own.”
He shook his head in denial, but she wasn’t finished. “It is time for both of us to move on.”
“They’re coming,” Ryssa said quietly.
“No!” David nearly shouted, shooting a desperate glance back toward Ryssa. In that moment, he didn’t care how crazy she was, or what kind of horseshit voodoo mumbo jumbo she believed. “Tell them not yet!”
“She can’t stop them, David,” Elizabeth said calmly. “But maybe she can ease your mind a little. Ryssa, will you help him?”
Help him? What the hell could Ryssa possibly do?
Ryssa looked uncomfortably at Elizabeth, biting her bottom lip.
“Please, Ryssa. David, you’ll be good, won’t you?”
Confused, David nonetheless nodded. In that moment, he would do anything his mother asked.
* * *
I t was against the rules. Only the one making the journey was supposed to see the other side. But Elizabeth was such a kind woman, and her eyes were pleading...
Oh, hell. It wouldn’t be the first time she broke the rules, Ryssa thought. And what more could they do to her?
She took a step toward the bed, but David stood in her way. Rather than look angry or try to get around him, she took his hand in hers. Elizabeth would be able to see because this was her journey, but David wouldn’t unless Ryssa helped him.
* * *
H e tried to shake her off, but she held on stubbornly. Despite her size, her grip was far stronger than his. “Don’t say a word,” Ryssa warned. “Not one word. Do not meet their eyes. Just focus on your mother, got it?”
David fixed her with a glare but then her eyes began to emit some kind of weird, unearthly glow. Surprised, he clamped his mouth shut tightly and nodded once.
“David,” Elizabeth whispered reverently. “Look.”
He did - already forgetting Ryssa’s warning - and had to blink several times. The walls were gone, and a man stood where the bathroom should be, a beautiful man with golden hair and eyes and big white wings. Behind him, waiting in the distance were familiar faces. Faces David hadn’t seen in years. His father. His grandparents. His great Uncle Lou. Waiting. Smiling.
A warning squeeze from Ryssa reminded him to lower his gaze, but he still saw them out of his peripheral vision.
“Hello, Elizabeth,” the golden angel said warmly. “I see Ryssa has been taking good care of you.”
“She has,” Elizabeth agreed. “You must be Zach.”
The angel smiled, and it was as if the sun had just broken through the clouds. Even concentrating on his mother as he was, David had to close his eyes when he felt his retinas burning.
“Talks about me, does she?”
David stiffened and flicked a glance toward Ryssa, but she had her head bowed and her eyes cast downward.
“She says you are the best.”
“She is biased,” the angel said with affection, winking. “Will you not look at me, Ryssariel?”
“No,” she whispered quietly.
David heard the angel sigh heavily before addressing Elizabeth once more. “Are you ready to continue your journey, Elizabeth?”
David opened his mouth to say something, but Ryssa squeezed his hand. Hard . David caught her eyes, could almost hear her voice in his mind, pleading with him to let his mother go, for her sake. He clamped his mouth shut again and nodded at his mother.
“Yes,” Elizabeth said, beaming, relief etching her features. “I’m ready.”
“Then come. Your husband is anxiously awaiting your arrival.”
“Thank you, Ryssa,” Elizabeth said. “Goodbye, David. I’ll always be with you. I love you.”
David watched through a sheen of teary moisture as Elizabeth rose from the bed, the years falling away. He saw
David didn’t know what to say to that. He sat down carefully on the bed and took her hand in his, shocked at how cold it was. “I’m not ready.”
“I know. But I am.” She patted his hand. “I can’t help you any more, David. The rest you have to figure out on your own.”
He shook his head in denial, but she wasn’t finished. “It is time for both of us to move on.”
“They’re coming,” Ryssa said quietly.
“No!” David nearly shouted, shooting a desperate glance back toward Ryssa. In that moment, he didn’t care how crazy she was, or what kind of horseshit voodoo mumbo jumbo she believed. “Tell them not yet!”
“She can’t stop them, David,” Elizabeth said calmly. “But maybe she can ease your mind a little. Ryssa, will you help him?”
Help him? What the hell could Ryssa possibly do?
Ryssa looked uncomfortably at Elizabeth, biting her bottom lip.
“Please, Ryssa. David, you’ll be good, won’t you?”
Confused, David nonetheless nodded. In that moment, he would do anything his mother asked.
* * *
I t was against the rules. Only the one making the journey was supposed to see the other side. But Elizabeth was such a kind woman, and her eyes were pleading...
Oh, hell. It wouldn’t be the first time she broke the rules, Ryssa thought. And what more could they do to her?
She took a step toward the bed, but David stood in her way. Rather than look angry or try to get around him, she took his hand in hers. Elizabeth would be able to see because this was her journey, but David wouldn’t unless Ryssa helped him.
* * *
H e tried to shake her off, but she held on stubbornly. Despite her size, her grip was far stronger than his. “Don’t say a word,” Ryssa warned. “Not one word. Do not meet their eyes. Just focus on your mother, got it?”
David fixed her with a glare but then her eyes began to emit some kind of weird, unearthly glow. Surprised, he clamped his mouth shut tightly and nodded once.
“David,” Elizabeth whispered reverently. “Look.”
He did - already forgetting Ryssa’s warning - and had to blink several times. The walls were gone, and a man stood where the bathroom should be, a beautiful man with golden hair and eyes and big white wings. Behind him, waiting in the distance were familiar faces. Faces David hadn’t seen in years. His father. His grandparents. His great Uncle Lou. Waiting. Smiling.
A warning squeeze from Ryssa reminded him to lower his gaze, but he still saw them out of his peripheral vision.
“Hello, Elizabeth,” the golden angel said warmly. “I see Ryssa has been taking good care of you.”
“She has,” Elizabeth agreed. “You must be Zach.”
The angel smiled, and it was as if the sun had just broken through the clouds. Even concentrating on his mother as he was, David had to close his eyes when he felt his retinas burning.
“Talks about me, does she?”
David stiffened and flicked a glance toward Ryssa, but she had her head bowed and her eyes cast downward.
“She says you are the best.”
“She is biased,” the angel said with affection, winking. “Will you not look at me, Ryssariel?”
“No,” she whispered quietly.
David heard the angel sigh heavily before addressing Elizabeth once more. “Are you ready to continue your journey, Elizabeth?”
David opened his mouth to say something, but Ryssa squeezed his hand. Hard . David caught her eyes, could almost hear her voice in his mind, pleading with him to let his mother go, for her sake. He clamped his mouth shut again and nodded at his mother.
“Yes,” Elizabeth said, beaming, relief etching her features. “I’m ready.”
“Then come. Your husband is anxiously awaiting your arrival.”
“Thank you, Ryssa,” Elizabeth said. “Goodbye, David. I’ll always be with you. I love you.”
David watched through a sheen of teary moisture as Elizabeth rose from the bed, the years falling away. He saw
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