Abigail slept much in those months of confinement. Partly because she was more fatigued than usual, but also because there wasn’t much else to do. It was too dark to read, and she was warned that reading would ruin her eyesight and upset the baby. Her mother sat by her bed, reading aloud by candlelight, but Abigail often drifted off to sleep while her mother’s voice droned on.MORE +
This is the second part in a series, so if you have not already done so, you might want to read Part I before continuing.
Abigail watched from her bed as her chambers were transformed around her. The windows were closed and the curtains were drawn. Tapestries of the Madonna and child were hung on all four walls. Crucifixes and religious statues sat on every available surface.
“It’s so … dark.” She had almost said, “dreary,” but hadn’t wanted to offend anyone.MORE +
Abigail put a hand to her stomach and pushed her plate away.
“Are you all right, Abigail?”
“Our next guest is someone very special indeed, because she claims she can manipulate the physical world with just her mind. Please welcome, Ms. Sasha Leone.”
The audience clapped dutifully as Sasha appeared on stage and waved to them, just as she had been instructed, while making her way to Eddie’s desk. “Now, Ms. Leone, you claim to be able to make objects float, and even change their appearance, using just your mind.”MORE +
Sasha went looking for Davis. When she found him, she punched his shoulder – hard.
“You told someone!” She whispered the accusation, but managed to give her whisper the force of an earthquake.
“Told someone what?”MORE +
“My name is Thomas Dunbark. I’m here on behalf of the Eddie Warwick Show.”
He held out a card and Sasha instinctively backed up a step, putting both hands on the straps of her backpack. “What would the Eddie Warwick Show want with me?”
“We heard about your … well, we heard you can do certain things no one else can.”
Sasha froze. After a terror-stricken moment, she said, “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
Thomas smiled in a manner that was probably meant to be reassuring. “There’s no need to be shy about it. If what I saw is legit-”
“What you saw?”
“Yeah. In the video.”
“What video?”MORE +
Sasha willed the spoon off the kitchen table. She had done it before. She knew she had done it. How had she done it?
She just … had.
And now she couldn’t do it. But she knew she could. Because she had.
“You need to focus,” her mother’s voice said from behind her.MORE +
Mary squeezed her daughter’s. “You know I’ll always be watching over you.”
Margaret’s tears flowed down her cheeks as she smiled and nodded. Unable to summon any words, she squeezed her mother’s hand in return. Then she let her go.
Mary was at peace when she closed her eyes for the last time. When she saw the light, she thought she had woken again, but then she realized the light was drifting closer to her – or was she drifting closer to the light? It was hard to tell. There didn’t seem to be an up or down, just Mary and the light. She didn’t try to fight it – wasn’t sure she could have fought it if she tried – knowing she was going to her God and waiting patiently for the moment she had waited for all her life.
But when she finally reached the light (or the light reached her, she still wasn’t sure which) she found something different altogether. There was no gate. No throne. No harps. None of the things she had been told to expect. Instead, she found what looked to be some kind of sorting apparatus surrounded by … were those mail chutes?MORE +