They were each two men who had to come to grips with losing the person they loved and cherished more than anything in life.
They were each two men divided by time and death but somehow were reaching back toward each other to handle the mess at Ravensmire.
Fate was driving this bus.
Not Elizabeth.
Not him.
Not Graham.
Along with that, this was meant to happen, and for good reason.
They had all been soulmates.
Maybe there was such a thing as reincarnation, and history repeated itself, but Michael knew that there were amends to be made.
From him.
Yeah, this was history repeating, and like with anything, if you ignored history, you were doomed to repeat the worst parts of it.
So, as he read the book that Ivan, Gryphen, Gabby, and Finn reconstructed with their time here, he was compelled to do the same.
He was no longer reluctant.
In fact, he wanted to dive in.
Head.
First.
Gryphen said there was still part of the mystery unsolved, and he believed that if he figured it out, he’d help bridge the way back to his own life.
To Graham.
If he could forgive him.
Michael was going to help figure out who was in the lake, and see if there were bones behind the wall. This was his leg of the mystery, and he’d make sure they got to their goal.
Resolution.
Not only with the dead, but with the man he’d hurt seven and a half years ago.
The man he hid from.
The man he’d abandoned.
The man he’d left behind to suffer.
Speaking of which…
To be near the man, he’d slept in a chair in the Master’s Suite for a few hours, making sure Graham was okay. The whole night, he didn’t move, and that was probably for the best.
Michael took care of him, making sure there was a small fire in the fireplace to chase the chill away until the sun had come up.
He put aspirin on the nightstand, and a glass of water beside it.
While Michael wasn’t sure how much booze he drank, he was going to say it was a lot. The man was either hiding in sleep, or he was conked out.
