Chapter Two: Searching For The Dead: Part 1
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“Millie, you’re crazy,” Reese shouted, after she stormed into his room after revealing what she saw at the cemetery.
“But it’s true. She was there,” she pleaded. “Why don’t you believe me?”
“Mom’s dead, Millie, and I don’t believe in ghosts. I know you’re upset about the whole thing, but, please don’t lose it on me, girl. Dusk is bad enough.”
“What’s going on?” a voice came from outside.
“Uncle Martin,” Reese said surprised. “Millie and I were just talking.”
“About your mother,” he finished.
“Yeah, sort of. Millie has this crazy idea that she saw mom at the cemetery.”
“Maybe it was her spirit,” Martin said. “After all, we are in death what we were in life. She was always the protector. Perhaps she still is.”
“No!” Reese shouted. “I don’t believe in ghosts. I can’t. She’s dead, and that’s all there is to it.” Reese stormed out of the door but turned back. “If you’ll excuse me, I think I need some air.”
Reese ran down the hall wanted nothing more than to be out of the sight of Drell and Millie. His cynicism was understandable. Grief does things to people, effecting certain people in certain ways. Reese just wanted to accept it and get on with his life, while Dusk denied death and laughed in its face. He just could not accept fate’s dirty hand.
“You believe me, don’t you, Drell?” Millie asked as they both walked out of Reese’s room.
“I’m not sure what I believe,” Martin said. He took a deep breath and continued, “”Perhaps I’ll take a walk up to the cemetery. Would you like to join me?”
“No, thanks,” Millie said. “Seeing Aunt Mary’s ghost once today was enough.”
So Millie was convinced it was a ghost. Other possibilities sprang to mind. Could it be she was alive? It made little sense to him why Fanta would refuse to return to her him, a place where so many loved her.
Martin Drell made his way to the cemetery. He looked at the marker, nothing seeming real to him anymore. “If you’re out there,” he whispered, “come back to us.”
He didn’t return to the complex after his graveyard visit. The pain of being reminded of his niece’s existence couldn’t be endured at this time. He knew Dusk had left. He set his mind to the determination of find him.
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