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shoulder and swung him around after returning from a hard day’s work. He could see his wife’s sweet smile as she hurried from the kitchen. Taste her cherry red lips as she stood on her toes to kiss him hello.
God , he missed them.
The full force of all he’d lost hit him.
Why? Why did this happen to him? What had he done so wrong? The ache intensified until he couldn’t bear it and fell to his knees, head bowed in pain and sorrow.
Julie’s sobbing broke through his misery some time later and brought him to his feet. It came from their bedroom. He made his way down the hall, his steps dragging as dread took over. Jules lay curled up on the bed, her arms wrapped tight around a chocolate brown teddy bear. The crib the two of them had been building together before the crash lay in a jumbled heap of kindling in the center of the floor. She’d destroyed it.
He stumbled across the room, his hands trembling to hold her. To offer comfort. Oh, Jules. He’d been so busy worrying about everything he’d lost, he hadn’t taken into account his wife’s agony. Her crying had disintegrated into the occasional hiccup and sniffle as exhaustion claimed her body. She’d lost weight since the accident. Her cheeks were hollowed, her hair lackluster.
They’d just learned they were expecting a baby girl and it was hard to say who was more excited; him and Julie, or the boys. They’d been laughing and talking, making up names, each sillier than the one before. Mike remembered turning his head for a split second to tease Dustin over his choice, Thumbelina, when Julie cried out a warning. He’d taken one glance at her horrified face and known they were in trouble. The rest was a blur; a little convertible sports car barreling right for them, his fingers slipping as he tried to avoid a head-on collision. The kids screaming in his ear as they picked up on the sudden tension and Jules turning to use her body as a barrier to try and save the boys, tears streaming down her face as she chanted, “I love you, I love you, I love…”
He didn’t get the chance to say good-bye.
They’d had eight tumultuous, perfect years together. Not enough, not even close. And now because some jackass drove into them he’d never get the chance to see his boys grow up. Walk his daughter down the aisle. Or grow old with the woman he loved more than all the angels in heaven. His gaze went to the wrecked crib and hatred flared hot and dangerous.
Someone was going to pay.
----
S cott swayed and made a grab for the chair before he did a face plant in front of… of whatever it was standing across the room. A hallucination from the drugs, had to be.
“Bet you never thought you’d be seeing my ugly mug again, did ya?” the apparition asked.
It sounded like his friend. It even looked like Lucas—well, except for the wings. He sealed his eyes shut, but when they re-opened, it was still there sporting a goofy grin.
Maybe he’d hit his head harder than he thought.
“Are ya goin’ to say something?” The creature took a step forward, into the glow from the moon, and Scott sucked in an awed breath. He was beautiful. His iridescent wings folded gracefully against his back creating a frame for his all-too-familiar head. His body was more defined—muscular, like Lucas on steroids. And where the old Lucas preferred dress slacks and shiny shoes, this one wore worn jeans and biker boots.
“I don’t believe this,” Scott whispered, his head shaking violently in denial.
The creature chuckled. “I know, right? Freaking crazy. Me, an angel.”
Well, at least they were in agreement.
“How? Why?” Scott couldn’t articulate what was going through his head right now. How could this be possible? It wasn’t that he didn’t believe in a hereafter—but angels? Even stranger— Lucas as an angel?
The spirit moved nearer and Scott could see the worry etched on his friend’s face as he stared at him. “You better sit down, buddy, you’re looking
God , he missed them.
The full force of all he’d lost hit him.
Why? Why did this happen to him? What had he done so wrong? The ache intensified until he couldn’t bear it and fell to his knees, head bowed in pain and sorrow.
Julie’s sobbing broke through his misery some time later and brought him to his feet. It came from their bedroom. He made his way down the hall, his steps dragging as dread took over. Jules lay curled up on the bed, her arms wrapped tight around a chocolate brown teddy bear. The crib the two of them had been building together before the crash lay in a jumbled heap of kindling in the center of the floor. She’d destroyed it.
He stumbled across the room, his hands trembling to hold her. To offer comfort. Oh, Jules. He’d been so busy worrying about everything he’d lost, he hadn’t taken into account his wife’s agony. Her crying had disintegrated into the occasional hiccup and sniffle as exhaustion claimed her body. She’d lost weight since the accident. Her cheeks were hollowed, her hair lackluster.
They’d just learned they were expecting a baby girl and it was hard to say who was more excited; him and Julie, or the boys. They’d been laughing and talking, making up names, each sillier than the one before. Mike remembered turning his head for a split second to tease Dustin over his choice, Thumbelina, when Julie cried out a warning. He’d taken one glance at her horrified face and known they were in trouble. The rest was a blur; a little convertible sports car barreling right for them, his fingers slipping as he tried to avoid a head-on collision. The kids screaming in his ear as they picked up on the sudden tension and Jules turning to use her body as a barrier to try and save the boys, tears streaming down her face as she chanted, “I love you, I love you, I love…”
He didn’t get the chance to say good-bye.
They’d had eight tumultuous, perfect years together. Not enough, not even close. And now because some jackass drove into them he’d never get the chance to see his boys grow up. Walk his daughter down the aisle. Or grow old with the woman he loved more than all the angels in heaven. His gaze went to the wrecked crib and hatred flared hot and dangerous.
Someone was going to pay.
----
S cott swayed and made a grab for the chair before he did a face plant in front of… of whatever it was standing across the room. A hallucination from the drugs, had to be.
“Bet you never thought you’d be seeing my ugly mug again, did ya?” the apparition asked.
It sounded like his friend. It even looked like Lucas—well, except for the wings. He sealed his eyes shut, but when they re-opened, it was still there sporting a goofy grin.
Maybe he’d hit his head harder than he thought.
“Are ya goin’ to say something?” The creature took a step forward, into the glow from the moon, and Scott sucked in an awed breath. He was beautiful. His iridescent wings folded gracefully against his back creating a frame for his all-too-familiar head. His body was more defined—muscular, like Lucas on steroids. And where the old Lucas preferred dress slacks and shiny shoes, this one wore worn jeans and biker boots.
“I don’t believe this,” Scott whispered, his head shaking violently in denial.
The creature chuckled. “I know, right? Freaking crazy. Me, an angel.”
Well, at least they were in agreement.
“How? Why?” Scott couldn’t articulate what was going through his head right now. How could this be possible? It wasn’t that he didn’t believe in a hereafter—but angels? Even stranger— Lucas as an angel?
The spirit moved nearer and Scott could see the worry etched on his friend’s face as he stared at him. “You better sit down, buddy, you’re looking
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