Taking a deep breath, it was crystal clear that the dead wanted him to open that box.
ASAP.
Well, when in Rome…
Why not fuck around and find out?
Yeah, he had to be all kinds of stupid to be here doing this. The whole situation told him he was going to be sorry about all of this.
Call it a hunch.
Lifting the lid to the box, he saw inside there were envelopes. They were neatly placed in there, and that made him curious.
Did Graham write something he needed seen in case he was no longer here?
Picking them up, he saw something written in the corner of each one.
It was the same date but one for every year.
‘January twenty-eighth.’
As soon as he saw that date, he knew what it was.
That was the date that he walked out on Graham all of those years ago.
Seven and a half years ago to be exact.
That was the date that he’d signed the paperwork to become an Archangel, but hadn’t given him any information on why he needed to leave Scotland.
He thought he’d understand, but he hadn’t.
It was to be his husband.
His partner.
His everything.
Now, he had envelopes with that date on them, sitting right in front of him, beneath his‘LOST’Purple Heart, and in a box that had moved by itself.
Well, shit.
What was this?
It was official.
Michael was freaking the fuck out.
Chapter Five
The Castle Kitchen
Same Time
Sunday Night
It was clear that there wasn’t only something wonky going on there, but there was something tied to him in an unexplainable way. Since coming here, Michael had the feeling that he was meant to be here.
Like pieces of a puzzle were falling into place all around him.
