DESI
She watched me, waiting for…something. For me to break down in tears. To beg forgiveness. To be human.
She walked away. I watched while she pulled out her cell phone and made a call - probably to James. She didn’t look back.
I didn’t know what to do, where to go. I felt empty of all belonging. I didn’t belong to Father. I didn’t belong to Odin. I didn’t belong to Miri, or Cornelius or Longinus or James. And I certainly didn’t belong to Michael.
I sat on the bench facing the little stone angel that had gotten me through so many moments of helplessness. But this time I drew no comfort from the statue. It was just stone with a heart as hardened as my own.
Against all odds, Michael had come back to me. He’d beaten Father, cleared the darkness from his soul. He’d still wanted me. Still loved me.
Father had proven to be even more vicious, even more of a liar than I thought him to be.
And me? I’d ended up being what I always thought I was.
“Desolation?”