Once by MS Kaye

Author:MS Kaye
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: romance, inspirational, contemporary, once, ms kaye
Publisher: Jupiter Gardens Press

CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

JONATHAN

Half the time I couldn’t remember in which city I lived. It didn’t matter.

I was careful to keep my distance from people, and the only person who heard more than one sentence escape my lips was Father Thomas.

My home was similar to what I had at St. Vincent’s, a basement cell of a room. I preferred it this way, preferred the sensory deprivation. Except the bathroom. It took a good week of scrubbing to make it useable, but again the labor, the exhaustion, was a relief. I welcomed it.

I worked long hours, as many as I could at two different jobs. It wasn’t for the money. I had little use for it, and it sat untouched in a bank, uncounted and unused. All I really needed was to be busy and to be tired.

As I walked home from my second eight hours of labor, I looked forward to unconsciousness. I opened the door to my building and started down the steps.

There was a shadowed figure standing in the hall.

My back straightened, and my eyes were clearer, less fogged from exhaustion.

The figure turned as I approached, and the faint light from the stairwell behind me reflected off something at his neck, off-white linen.

“It’s about time. I’ve been waiting for hours,” he said.

While moving quickly to unlock the door, I said, “Father Thomas. What are you doing here?”

He walked into my spotless hovel as I flicked the light switch. He took a quick look around, and then murmured to himself, “Hm, almost exactly the same.”

“Is something wrong?” I pushed.

He turned to me. “I came to deliver a package.”

Who in the hell would send me a package?

He held a rectangular box out to me. “I think I’ll take a walk. I need the fresh air.”

“It’s almost midnight.”

He kept holding the box out, so I took it.

He went for the door. “I’ll be back shortly.”

I stared after him then turned my gaze to the package. It was addressed to St. Mary’s, and the return address was from—I almost dropped it—Charlottesville. My hands shaking, I opened it. The bright white of the manuscript shone up at me like hope at the bottom of Pandora’s Box.

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