235 A message
“Lennox… son… wake up.”
“And your great–grandfather Nathan says hi,” she added with a smile.
The thoughts kept racing in my head, twisting and turning, refusing to settle. Before I knew it, the dark sky outside had begun to lighten. Dawn was here. But the weight in my chest hadn’t lifted.
But instead of answering, he looked away again. His jaw clenched, and his hands balled into fists at his side.
He nodded slowly. “First time since her funeral.”
He turned slowly and met my eyes. “My grandmother. Hailee.”
She reached up and brushed my cheek with her thumb. “It was time for me to go, Nox.
I lived a full and fulfilled life. And where I am now… I’m at peace.”
I frowned. “Who?”
I frowned deeply. “What is it? Tell me now.”
Lennox’s POV
I felt a gentle tap on my arm, and my eyes slowly fluttered open. At first, everything was blurry, but then I saw her–an old woman sitting at the edge of my bed. I blinked hard, confused… until her face became clearer. My heart jumped.
I let out a slow breath and nodded. Somehow, her touch still felt real.
I paced my room slowly, running a hand through my hair. My great–grandmother hadn’t appeared to me since her funeral. I was just a boy then–mourning her in silence, hugging her scarf like it could bring her back. But now… she came with a message. A warning.
“I missed you,” I whispered, my voice cracking. “If you were still here, maybe… maybe things wouldn’t be so hard.”
My heart dropped. “You saw her too?” I asked, shocked.
235 Amessage
“Don’t worry, sweetheart. This is a dream. Just a dream.”
I frowned, looked back at Olivia’s grave and swallowed hard. Something was coming And none of us were ready for it.
Still restless, I left my room and walked outside. The morning was cold, quiet… but not silent. People were already moving around the courtyard. Setting up. Arranging white flowers. Covering tables with white cloth. Funeral preparations.
“I miss him too,” I whispered.
He looked as if he wanted to say more. But whatever it was–he wasn’t ready. Or maybe… too afraid.
He didn’t look at me. “I… saw her last night.”
Her eyes softened. “Because you
softened. “Because you’re about to discover something” she said gently. “Something important.”
Olivia Parker.
I stood between them, swallowing the lump in my throat. Then… I noticed something
dug. The soil piled beside it. The name on the temporary wooden plaque made my knees weak.
else. A fresh grave. Already
That answer made my chest tighten. But deep down, I knew I couldn’t force more from her. So instead, I looked at her… really looked at her. And the emotion hit me all at
once.
At the mention of him, I broke. A tear slipped down my cheek, and I quickly wiped it away. I hadn’t heard his name in years. I could almost see his face again–his strong voice, his stories by the fire. They both used to mean everything to me.
“What do you mean?” I asked, my voice tense.
She smiled faintly and shook her head. “You’ll find out tomorrow night. When the time is right.”
“What do you mean you can’t say?” I asked, confused and frustrated.
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