Chapter 6

After taking a long shower and brushing my teeth, I lay in bed and stared at the ceiling.

I thought about the silver ring.

About it glowing.

About Irving and how he’d shot Dorothy and me.

About how I’d seen darkness and then light.

About how I’d somehow healed Dorothy, brought her back to life, made her believe a different series of events.

About how I’d known my father was still cheating on my mom, even though he’d promised us he’d stop, that he was so very sorry and that he loved us so much and please please please would we forgive him?

I thought about what it all meant and what it could mean.

My mom, stricken with MS, forever confined to a wheelchair. She would never walk again.

Or would she?

I lifted my left hand up to my face so I could see the ring. Just enough light came in through the window that I could see it shine. I’d already tried pulling it off but it wouldn’t budge. It was like the thing was stuck, glued to my skin, yet it didn’t feel that way.

I’d touched Dorothy and brought her back to life.

My father had hugged me and I’d seen into his soul and the dark secret he was keeping.

I’d hugged and kissed my mother but her legs were still useless.

Why?

I didn’t know, but I planned to find out.

And lying there, staring at the ring, I realized what I needed to do next.

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