Chapter 27
It was, in fact, several days later before they managed to have that barbecue. As they sat around, trying to fit their mouths around the giant burgers in front of them, Devon was busy answering as many questions as she could.
Toby asked, “Do you think that’s why Mom picked you?”
“Maybe,” she replied, “but I never told her about any of that work that I did in my dreams. It wasn’t something that I really wanted to share with anybody.
It was in a dream state. I never questioned it.
I often woke energized but also often woke melancholic.
I couldn’t have told you which was from the work or my life situation with Tabitha.
It’s very private, and, as you know, if you tell people, they won’t believe you.
So I highly suggest you don’t tell people about what happened on that night at our house because it’ll just cause you problems.”
“Yeah, you’re not kidding,” Toby muttered. “Nobody will believe me, but it was cool, especially watching all those lights. That part was really cool.”
She smiled. “Now that I can help these people in my normal non-dreaming state, I can appreciate that too. I’m not sure that only people who died violent deaths are attracted to me or why, but I’m hoping I can help others as well.
Although it could be that only violent deaths are the ones who get stuck.
But now you can see why I do what I do. There are people who are just, for whatever reason, caught in circumstances that they couldn’t change, couldn’t figure out how to get out of,” she shared.
“So, we just help as many as we can, but it’s important that you do it out of love—never out of anger, bitterness, ego, or anything else,” she warned.
“It has to be for the right reasons, coming from the right energy.”
Toby nodded. “Right.” He looked over at the remaining burgers. “So if I promise to be good from now on, can I get a second one?”
She laughed. “I wouldn’t promise to do something that you’re absolutely not capable of doing,” she teased, “but you can definitely have another burger.”
He snatched it up and added, “Good, because I wouldn’t want to tell a lie.”
They all burst into laughter, and she nodded. “That’s a good thing.”
As she sat back later that evening, sipping herbal tea, with Camden’s arm wrapped around her, she smiled and shared, “I think it’ll be okay now.”
“I think it will too,” he agreed, “but that was a hell of a demonstration. It’s pretty wild that the kids could see it too.”
“I guess because of their mom, to a certain extent. She was heavily into all this apparently, and that would imply that she had some affinity for energy too. It’s just because of what was going on in her world that she couldn’t see her way out of it in a good way.”
“And you’re still making excuses for her, aren’t you?”
Devon smiled. “Maybe, but she’ll get all the chances she needs to fix up her life on the other side,” she pointed out, “so I won’t worry about it.”
“Good,” he replied. “So, you won’t sell the house?”
“Nope. Not now that I know the entities here aren’t trying to harm us.
They are just here to ask for help. The house pulls the lost spirits here, like homing pigeons in a way.
They’re here because I can help them. It took me a bit to figure that out, but, once I did, it made a whole lot more sense. ”
“Glad it made sense to you,” Camden murmured, “because I wasn’t at all sure what the hell was happening.”
She leaned back, looked up at him, and smiled. “So, how do you feel about getting involved with somebody who’s got kids?”
He shrugged. “It wasn’t exactly on my radar,” he admitted, “but then neither were you, so I’m good with it.”
She smiled. “The kids are doing much better since we painted Toby’s room and burned all the books. There will still be tough times with them sometimes.”
“Sure, there’s bound to be,” he acknowledged.
“They’ve been to hell and back, but they’ve also come out much stronger.
I’m pretty impressed. They’ve done well, and I know that it will be up and down for a while, but I think they’ve figured out which side of things they want to be on.
So, it should be mostly good from here on out.
” He smiled, then leaned over and gave her a kiss.
“And how do you feel about staying here, close to me?”
She murmured, “It’s the best idea I’ve heard in a very long time.”
“Good,” he whispered, “because I wasn’t really planning on letting you go. And, if you’ll be a prisoner, you might as well be mine.”
She laughed. “With my temporary and limited permission then, okay. Thanks for the heads-up.”
He chuckled. “You can go wherever you want, whenever you want. If I can’t let you be free,” he shared, “you were never mine to begin with.”
She leaned back. “Oh, I know that, and I’m pretty sure you already know that we belong together,” she whispered, “not just for today but forever.”
He leaned down, gave her a breathtaking kiss, and whispered, “That sounds good to me.”