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He smiles wickedly, and in that smile is a thousand promises. None of them the good kind.
Somehow, someway, he’d followed her. Just as he’d promised.
He knows what we are, now. And if I’ve learned anything about preachers, demon possessed or not, they’ve got no use for our kind of love. But I also know that no matter what it takes for Abby and me to be together—I’ll do it. I’ll protect her, no matter who tries to tear us apart.
“Life’s just one burden after another, till we die. But it’s the happy things—the good things—that make it all worthwhile. Things like kisses.”
That land is a part of me. Part of us. And it wants a reckoning for the wrong that was done on it.
I’ve been too intent on easy answers to pay Anneliese’s journal entries much mind. Now, I go back to them, because if I have to outsmart Bellflower, I need to learn about the past and why he keeps coming back to plague Tin Mountain and my family.
I underestimated him. He ain’t raising a congregation, he’s raising a militia.
“What is the difference between good and evil? Truly? It’s all a matter of perception. Every bit of it. Wars. Plagues. Famine. Saints and sinners. Angels and demons.”
It was surreal, how everything continued, how everything kept on after a person died. Shouldn’t time stop for grief, even for a moment, so one might catch their breath before things started moving again?
I have to try. I have to fight. I close my eyes. I breathe in. Every breath is precious right now. Every beat of my heart has new meaning. Every second loaded with a thread of hope. In my head, I pray, because prayer is all I’ve got left right now.
As I’ve gotten older, I’ve come to realize that home is less about the place you live, and more about the people who love you. The memories you make. The laughter and tears and all the moments in between.
