(Book #1 in the 'SEASONS' series)
The mystery of Melanie Evans' brother, Micheal Evans, has been one nobody has yet solved.
The people around her had declared him dead, his disappearance taking place exactly a year ago. But what happens when she cro...
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He wondered what life would be like if he just moved on.
If he could, he would have. All these sleepless nights, endless cups of coffee and headaches, the ache in his bones whenever he moved⸺ death didn't just take one person with it.
Grief. Even after a year, he was grieving. How does one move on from the loss? Life was unjust.
That's why, as he stood at the entrance of the two-story building⸺ where his therapist's office was located⸺ he had decided one thing.
He would move on. Or at least try his best to.
But it seemed like fate had other plans for him.
He had dropped the keys to his car⸺ he who had been taken by the same fate too early. The jingling of the keys hitting the floor echoed, making the receptionist look up at him and make a 'quite down' motion with her hand, which was basically waving her hand up and down.
He bent to pick them up, only to find the round white coloured keychain attached to the keys smashed open, revealing a note.
Morse code, He recognised as his heart skipped a beat. Something like hope bloomed in his chest before he shook it off.
He should have learned by now to lower his expectations.
He stood there, staring at the fragments of the keychain and the fallen note⸺ wondering if this secret was his to uncover.
His hands shook as he picked up the note and pocketed the broken chunks of metal.
He'll deal with it later.
The clicking of his shoes against the ground echoed through the stairwell as he jogged to the 2nd floor. His mind was still on the note as he reached the supposed therapist's office. 'Rachel Gray' written on the door in bold words.
He knocked twice before he heard a feminine voice saying 'enter'. He had to squint his eyes in order to get used to the brightness of the room. He hadn't realised how dark lited the staircase had been until he had entered the room.
The room weirdly smelled of oranges, making him crinkle his nose at the disturbing smell. The brown coloured wallpaper was covered with all kinds of motivational quotes and pictures. And in the middle of the room rested a well-organised desk with a single chair in front of it.
A woman, maybe in her 40s or so, sat on the other side of the desk, organising a few files while grumbling under her breath. A few strands of her greying hair came down in front of her face as she bent to store the files into the last drawer of the desk.
Once she had straightened up again, she smiled at Jack, wrinkles making their appearance. She clasped her hands together and rested them on the wooden desk.
"Welcome Mr McCall, have a seat." She gestured at the chair in front of her.
He sat down on the lone chair, noticing how hard the material was and shifted around, trying to find a more comfortable position.
"Can I call you Jack?" She asked, taking out a black-covered book from one of the drawers and resting it on the table.
"Of course," Jack replied, still uncomfortable. Why was he doing this again? Ah yes, move on.
But her next words made him want to do anything but move on.
"Did you know, Mr Evans too used to be a patient of mine? What a coincidence." She smiled sympathetically as she looked up at him with soft eyes.
He did know that. In fact, the whole reason he chose Rachel was because she used to treat Micheal. Now thinking about it, it probably wasn't the best option seeing as he was attending these sessions to move on.
Maybe he wouldn't come back again. He would go home and surf the internet for a new therapist. He could not do this. Not when he entered this office and was reminded of him.
And she somehow knew. So the next words that came out of her mouth left him frozen.
"I believe fate has brought you to me for a reason Jack," she had said, sliding the book she had rested on the desk, towards him. His heart skipped a beat when he saw the name written on it. The words 'Micheal Evans' stared back at him with mockery.
"Micheal left me this." She leaned back and crossed her arms. She appeared calm and composed while his mind swirled with possibilities and struggled to remain calm.
"And I believe it is meant for you."
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Warnings: •Mention of abuse •Death •Violence •Mature language and mild sexual content
Note: Any brand, place or person mentioned throughout the book is purely used for fictional purposes.
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