The Truth, Desire Scheepers [ereader that reads to you .txt] 📗

his face. Sitting absolutely still, not daring to breath, he could feel it touching his cheeks, almost like hands cupping his face. Closing his eyes, the sensation intensified, turning into thoughts running through his mind. He could see a woman being chased and murdered, two little girls also being murdered and how their bodies had been buried underneath the floor. There was such a tremendous amount of sadness coming from the slight touch on his cheek that he could feel himself being engulfed with a need to cry, but the tears streaming down his face made him realise that he had already reached that stage.
With a great effort he forced open his eyes and could see Sam. It was like she was just a thought brought to life, but he could see the tears and the smile on her face as she stepped back. She was no longer touching him, but he could see what see was trying to say. She was thanking him for setting them free. They could finally let go and move on.

Sam was finished. There was no longer a need for them to stay, so with a slight nod of her head to Chris, she took her little angels’ hands, turned around and started walking away, the light guiding her steps.
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Publication Date: 08-03-2010

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