The Divine Heart by Danielle R. Mani

Author:Danielle R. Mani [Mani, Danielle R.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Crooked Cat Books
Published: 2017-09-26T22:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twelve

I rest my head back on the pillow, only to find that my ponytail is creating an uncomfortable bump. I pull my hair tie out, slowly, and rub my scalp. Either my hair band was too tight or I’m still feeling the residual effects of that strange headache I had earlier. A loud ping emits from my phone – a reminder to take my last dose of medication for the day. I get up and pull open my dresser drawer, then pop open the case where my pills are neatly sorted. I place the pills on my tongue and take a swig from the bottle of water beside my bed. Then I pull open the top drawer of my dresser, where I keep my pajamas, and pull out a silk nightgown. I’m usually the Tee and flannel type, but Kate bought me some silk nightgowns during my stay at the hospital. She said they would be easier to slip in and out of and the silk would feel good on my skin. As soon as the doctors gave the okay, I was more than happy to give up the hideous hospital gown.

After completing my nightly skincare routine, I climb back into bed. My sheets are a silk blend, so I feel myself sliding in like a puck on a shuffleboard. I have to be careful not to slip back out and onto the floor. Settling back, I rest my eyes and think about the day’s events and what I discovered on the Internet: sleep is the easiest time to reach out to those who have crossed over. I say a prayer and touch my scar. “Cas, tell me what I need to know,” I say before closing my eyes.

After what feels like seconds, I awake, sweaty and shaken. I turn and pull open my nightstand drawer, rummaging until I find my notepad and pen. I frantically write the numbers 4.4.77. Instead of a visit from Cas, I saw myself walking aimlessly through the halls of a school building. Every room I entered had the same four numbers written on the board.

I lie in bed for a second, my mind swirling. I reach for my cellphone, which is charging on the nightstand beside my bed. I go to Google and type, “April 4 1977.” I don’t know what I expect to find, but I need to do something. I look at the clock – it’s almost a quarter after three. I decide to close my eyes and go back to sleep.

I’m walking through the halls of the school. The front doors are open. I smell the air, which has a welcoming scent – the way it smells just after a hard rain. Outside, I’m immediately drawn to a beautiful tree standing about twenty yards from the door. I walk faster toward it and, as I walk, the wind picks up speed and a gusty breeze sends a shiver down my back. I wrap my arms tightly around my chest to keep myself warm.

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