8. From the hospital bed of Andrea Jura
CHAPTER 8
From the hospital bed of Andrea Jura
MONTEREY COUNTY, CALIFORNIA
NINE WEEKS LATER
Dear Father Savio,
I might die tomorrow.
I have emergency surgery scheduled to have my wings cut off.
Well, that’s not what they’re saying.
They’re targeting a cyst that’s making me see things. Allegedly. I still call BS. But I wanted you to know just in case you never receive another letter from me.
I also needed you to know that you’re the reason I’m going to fight to survive.
I saw yet another article about you with an updated picture. I knew they broke you—how could anyone endure what you did and not be broken? But it’s worse than that now.
I can see the fractures in your soul as if your pupils were bleeding into your irises.
It’s as clear to me as the sun in the sky.
I’ve Seen you, Father.
I’ll heal you.
But first, I have to heal myself.
It’s been a decade since first we met… and you’ve been quite rude, ignoring me for so long. I’m not the type of person you can ignore, Father. You’ll learn that soon enough.
I hope you’re as excited as I am to meet.
Your Watcher,
Andrea Jura