20. Mysterious Messenger
20
Mysterious Messenger
W hite ceiling filled her vision as Alexa opened her eyes. She blinked rapidly until her eyes adjusted to the brightness. Bafflement gripped her as she took in the strange but oddly familiar surroundings.
Where was she?
She tried to push herself up, and someone let out a sharp gasp, followed by Daphne’s unmistakable shriek. “Lex!”
Alexa turned to the voice and saw her best friend’s astonished face and wet eyes. “Daph?”
Daphne covered her mouth to stifle a sob-like laugh, her eyes watering even more. She composed herself before approaching Alexa’s bed. “Oh, Lexi. You’re awake!” She reached for her hand and clasped it in both of hers.
Awake.
The word opened the floodgates of memories, as if it was a passkey to the door in her mind. And then, she remembered. Tristan. Their date. The lightning.
She gasped and met Daphne’s teary gaze with her own horror-filled eyes. “Tristan!” She cast a glance around the room, looking for him. But he wasn’t there. She frowned. “Where is Tristan?”
“He, uh…” At Daphne’s hesitation, Alexa realized her friend wouldn’t have a clue of what happened. Meaning, she had to play dumb until she caught Tristan and came up with a cover story. Only, what could they possibly come up with for a situation that put her in…
Oh!
She didn’t register until then that she was in a hospital room.
Was she back in Harmony Hills? What story did Tristan come up with? And why was Daphne here instead of him—not that she didn’t want her friend here, but where was he? And Cassie too.
Daphne might’ve realized the questions bombarding her mind. She gave her a tentative smile and shrugged. “Long story short, Tristan told me everything.”
Alexa’s hand went limp in Daphne’s hold. “I beg your pardon?”
“I know he’s the Lightning Knight and what happened.” Daphne gave her hand a gentle squeeze, but her eyes narrowed slightly. “So don’t bother coming up with a cover story.”
Alexa gaped at her. Tristan did what? She opened her mouth twice and closed it, too shocked to respond. But it didn’t stop the anger building in her. How dare he tell her best friend something she was supposed to say? How could he not have asked her, or at least let her know before he did?
Daphne raised a perfect eyebrow at her prolonged silence.
Alexa composed herself. “It’s not like that, Daph.” She sighed wearily. “His secret was not mine to tell, as much as I wanted to, and I made him promise to let me share it with you once he realized you’re trustworthy. Seems like he did.”
“He had no other choice.”
“ I was supposed to be the one to tell you, not him.” She narrowed her eyes into the space, meant for Tristan.
“Oh, jeez. What kind of best friend am I?” Daphne groaned and sat at the edge of her bed. “Instead of asking you how you’re feeling, we’re on the verge of fighting, just after you opened your eyes on the second day of our waiting.”
At her slip of last words, Daphne eyed her concernedly, as though she feared Alexa would explode.
And she did. “ Second day? ”
“Hush, we’re in the hospital!”
“ Who put me in the hospital?”
“Tristan, of course.” Daphne countered, as if it wasn’t obvious. “He was frantic. You won’t wake up. He teleported you straight here so his dad could check on you, and then he called Cass. We have all been frightened to death; you’ve been in a coma for two days. Worse, I thought you might have brain damage from that bump on your head. You can’t imagine my relief when you said my name. Oh, Alexa, don’t you ever put me through that again! ”
Daphne pulled her into a fierce hug.
Alexa sat frozen. What, just what?
“Why aren’t you hugging me back? Don’t you realize the pain you put me through the past two days?” Daphne pulled back to look at her with a pout that soon melted into concern as she saw her taken aback expression. “Oh, stupid me. Again. How are you feeling? That should’ve been the first thing I asked.”
“Where are Tristan and Cassie?” Alexa asked instead, her eyes darting to the open doorway of the room.
“Cassie went downstairs to grab us coffee—rather, I pushed her to go get it by herself. She hasn’t left the room since she practically moved in here when you got admitted. I’ve never seen her so scared; she thought she was losing you.” Daphne’s eyes turned glassy.
Alexa knew that scare very well, and to realize that she had put her sister through another round of it, it shattered her heart. She stared at the doorway longingly, anticipating her sister to walk in.
“And Tristan?” she asked without looking at Daphne.
“Uh,” Daphne hesitated, and Alexa glanced at her with raised eyebrows. “He’s staying away.”
It took her a little time to process the words. “What?” No. That wasn’t Tristan. Tristan never stayed away from her. He couldn’t . Unless…
“Cassie asked him to.”
“No.” She shook her head, refusing to believe it. “He won’t—she won’t.”
“He agreed with her, Lex, not even to visit you unseeingly . He thinks it’s for the best.”
The words tore through her soul. “No!” Alexa tossed the blanket spread aside, but before she could even move to climb down the bed, a thunder clapped in the skies. Her heart shattered. “No!”
“Lexi, you can’t get out of bed!” Daphne grabbed her arms.
“No! No! No!” Alexa cried, struggling against Daphne’s hold, her tearful eyes fixed on the glass window overlooking the gray skies. “He is in pain! He needs me! I have to go!”
“Wait! Careful, you’ll hurt yourself! You have a needle stuck in your hand!”
Alexa paused and slowly glanced at the needle on the back of her left hand. But the tremor of it was only the size of a mustard seed compared to her horror of what Tristan was going through right now.
“Get it off me! I have to go!”
“Lexi, please—”
“Alexa?” A third voice joined.
Alexa’s eyes snapped to the doorway and saw Cassie frozen with two to-go coffees in her hands. She ran over to her, placed the coffees on the table, and pulled Alexa into a bone-crushing hug. “Oh, baby!” Cassie sobbed into her shoulder in relief. “You’re alright!”
“Cassie, Tristan! ” Alexa cried into her sister’s shoulder, her mind too full of him to think of anything else, not even her sobbing sister’s relief or the brief anger she felt toward her a moment ago for asking him to stay away. “I have to go, he needs me, please!”
Cassie hugged her tight and stayed silent, stroking her hair in comfort. But Alexa was in no sense ready to welcome it. Tristan was in pain, he was suffering. There was no comfort in the world that she could accept until she heard his voice or got a glimpse of him .
She cried helplessly into her sister’s shoulders, realizing her attempts at leaving the hospital were futile. She cried and cried, even as Dr. Knight came in to check on her and assured her Tristan would be alright.
Of course she knew he would be alright. But she just wanted to be with him when he went through it. Was that too much to ask?
“It’s better if Tristan stays away, Alexa,” Albert said with sad eyes and a solemn smile after he ran her through a few checkups. “He thinks it’s best for the both of you.”
“Well then, tell him he’s wrong about that.” Alexa scowled at the air, once again imagining him standing there invisible.
Albert sighed heavily. “Alexa, you know it’s not safe for you to be around him—at all.”
She narrowed her eyes at him. “What are you proposing?”
Albert hesitated. “As much as I adore you two being together and am glad to see my son happy like never before, being with him is not safe for you. Like this incident, because of who my son is, there’s a chance it might happen again.”
Alexa couldn’t take another one of his reasoning. “I love him, Albert!”
Cassie and Daphne gasped from where they sat next to her bed. Alexa fixed her eyes defiantly on the father of the boy she loved, watching his reaction.
His eyes bulged, just before his face crumpled in pain. “Alexa…”
“You can’t stop me,” she interjected. “You won’t stop me.”
If possible, the pain in his eyes intensified .
“He’s my whole world,” she continued, her voice breaking as her emotions spiraled. “There’s no life without him for me, not anymore. So, don’t even think of trying to keep us apart, especially with some stupid excuses of danger and safety.”
The room fell into a pin-drop silence. No one spoke a word, not even breathed. Her confession shocked them all to the core. While she should’ve been shocked all the same, saying out loud that she loved Tristan only felt as natural as breathing. As though she had always known she loved him.
Yes, she loved him.
“Just don’t tell him I said any of this,” she added, looking at the three of them in turn. “I want to tell him myself.”
Albert forced a smile, one that didn’t touch his eyes. The pain lingered in them. Wasn’t he happy for his son? Why did he look like he received a news of demise?
The train of her thoughts stopped as Albert took her hand and gave it a gentle squeeze, his smile becoming more fatherly.
Her heart lifted slightly.
“I promise,” he said. “Now, I’ll leave you to rest.”
Alexa turned to Cassie and Daphne after he left. “I haven’t lost my mind, you know, I do love him.”
Another thunder clapped in the skies and she flinched, her heart lurching. Cassie sighed and rose from her chair to sit on the bed. “I think I can see that.”
“Then why did you ask him to stay away?” Despite her efforts, Alexa’s voice shook. Such an action from her sister felt like a betrayal, yet she couldn’t bring herself to hold a grudge against her. She knew her sister meant well, even though it was anything but well in her case.
“Tristan looked like he wanted to stay away too, because when I asked him, he agreed without resistance.”
Realization struck her. “He blames himself for my ending up in the hospital, doesn’t he?”
“Not gonna lie, Lex. He was freaking scared for you,” Daphne said solemnly.
“But it wasn’t his fault!”
“He thinks it is,” Cassie said.
“Did you blame him?” Alexa narrowed her eyes on her sister.
“Not like that.” Cassie looked guilty. “I was scared for you, and I may have said something nasty to him then, but after I had some time to think, I realized it wasn’t his fault. I apologized to him and we talked things over. He told me how this happened, still, I asked him to stay away until you’re out of here. He said that’s his decision too. I wouldn’t have believed that, given his special abilities to sneak in unseen, but I saw his genuine care for you. And I believed him.”
“He loves you, Lex,” Daphne added with a soft smile. “He told me.”
Alexa’s heart fluttered. “I know.” She turned to Cassie. “Did you tell him I’m awake?”
“Yes, I did. His old phone broke—or rather, turned to ashes at the strike. Dr. Knight got him a new one, so yeah, he’ll probably see it once the thunderstorm passes.” Cassie explained.
Alexa drew her knees to her chest and rested her chin on them. “It wasn’t supposed to be lightning that day. We made sure the weather was clear. I even remember seeing the stars when we were on the rooftop.” She shook her head in disbelief. “I don’t understand. If we can’t trust the weather reports anymore, what will we do then?”
Her heart wrenched at the thought of him in isolation. He didn’t deserve this, any of this.
“Do you remember what happened that night? Tristan told us you were hurled backwards. He thought… he thought you were…” Dead, Alexa thought to herself. Daphne swallowed before continuing, “He said it was too late by the time he registered the warning tingle on his skin—he was distracted, and the lightning ripped you away from him. Were you two kissing?”
“Yeah.” She blushed, but composed herself and put together the pieces in her mind. “Wait—so, kissing me distracted him, that’s why he wasn’t able to teleport us away when his skin tingled. Otherwise, none of this would’ve happened.” Her eyes widened in realization. “All we have to take care is never to kiss outdoors,” —then they narrowed, at no one in particular— “ not stay away from each other.”
But, if the lightning had truly hurled her away, wasn’t it the same as what happened with his mother? She was supposed to be dead now. How was she alive? How had she survived?
Alexa had a lot to ask, but who had answers? From what Daphne said, even Tristan was surprised she’d survived. She pondered on it, recalling everything she remembered from that night at the rooftop.
She remembered their kiss, the passion and love, every detail of it, and her heart hammered inside her at the recollection. Then she remembered Tristan stiffening against her, and the next moment she was ripped from his arms. Tristan had yelled her name but he stood his ground, horrified, just before he was struck down by the lightning.
It was the last thing she saw until her waking moment. He wasn’t struck while they were together or as she was ripped from his arms; otherwise, he couldn’t have yelled her name. The curse bound him to silence whenever he got the direct strikes.
If the lightning didn’t hurl her backwards, then what—or who—did?
* * *
I’m glad to hear you’re well.
Alexa read Tristan’s text over and over again in the next morning, her disbelief growing with each time.
He was glad to hear that she was well?
She huffed in disbelief. That’s it? That’s all?
She had waited last night, hope against hope as the storm ceased, that he would come and see her when everyone was asleep. Alexa stayed up most part of the night, but he didn’t show up. So she texted him, telling him that she missed him, asking him how he was doing and telling him how she was.
And all that waited for her in the morning was, I’m glad to hear you’re well.
It was almost like a stranger had responded to her rather than her Tristan. He didn’t say he missed her too, told her he was alright or asked her more about her health or how she felt. No.
That wasn’t like her Tristan .
Alexa clutched her phone in her hands. What if… what if he didn’t want to be with her anymore?
But the moment the thought crossed her mind, Alexa realized how absurd it was.
He wanted her to think like that. He wanted her to think he didn’t care. There was no other explanation as to why he had responded like a stranger. He wanted her to think of him as ignorant.
But why?
Alexa’s fingers hovered over the keyboard furiously as she typed out a reply to him.
Alexa: Drop the act, Tristan. I’m not stupid to fall for your absurd trick. I know it has taken you all of your willpower to type out this ridiculous text to me whereas you wanted to express yourself.
Satisfied, she hit the send button and set the phone aside, leaning back on the propped up pillows.
Cassie stayed with her the whole time, leaving only to get them food or drinks, or to get the results of Alexa’s checkups. Except for the swelling on the side of her head, she was fine. And hopefully, she could leave the hospital in a day or two, according to Albert.
Daphne promised to visit after school, and John—whom Tristan let in on his secret as well—said he’d come by that afternoon. No one else was aware of what happened. Cassie even refused to let their mother know, and Daphne had told the school that Alexa was having a very bad stomach flu.
That noon, when Cassie went to get them lunch, a knock at her door grabbed Alexa’s attention. She turned from staring out the window and saw a good-looking man standing in the doorway, wearing a gray button-down paired with jeans. He looked older than her sister, about late twenties.
The man smiled when their eyes met.
“Hi,” Alexa greeted him uncertainly, stepping from the window to her bed’s side. “May I help you?”
“Yes, are you Alexa Ford?” he asked in a deep but gentle voice.
Her eyebrows rose in surprise. “You know me?”
The man grinned. “Not until a bit ago. Actually, I was sent by someone to see you.”
Her eyebrows rose higher. “And who might that be?” Tristan?
“Jesus.”
Alexa’s heart stopped for a moment before it galloped.
The man grinned wide at her shocked face, as though he found it highly amusing. He had to be joking, truly.
“Nice joke.” She forced an amused smile.
“No, seriously.” The man held up his hands in front of him and gestured toward one of the chairs in the room. “May I come in? I can tell you everything.”
Alexa eyed him suspiciously for a moment, and then glanced over her phone on the table and the call button near the bed. If he attempted something—
“I have a little sister I love dearly, and seeing you remind me of her. I would never harm you, you have my word.” The man touched a hand to his heart in a sincere gesture.
“Alright.” She shrugged and gestured to him to come in .
The man grinned and walked inside, and grabbed a chair for him. He motioned her to take the one opposite from him after he sat down. Alexa did, watching his every move. He seemed amiable, but she wouldn’t let down her guard.
“I’m Haxsel.” The man offered his hand. Alexa accepted it reluctantly. “Haxsel Houston.”
“Nice to meet you,” she said half-heartedly and withdrew her hand. “How do you know me again?”
“Man, He told me you won’t believe me easily.” Haxsel chuckled to himself and shook his head slightly, his smile fond, as though he was talking about a dear friend. He leaned forward and rested his elbows on his knees. “But I’m gonna try my best to make you do so. You see, my fiancée and I are visiting a friend hers, but Jesus gave me a certain room number and told me to find you. He wanted me to tell you that,” he paused with a gentle look in his eyes. “He loves you. Jesus loves you.”
A strange feeling wrapped around her wounded heart, like a healing thread, but Alexa fought against it. “Trust me. I’ve heard that a lot of times. It’s old news to me.”
“Why do you feel like it is old news?” Haxsel asked, calmly.
“I don’t feel like it’s old news; it is old news to me.”
“Because you think Jesus didn’t hear your prayers and bring back your mother? Because He didn’t heal your dad from cancer and let him die? Because you think just because you didn’t get what you asked for, He doesn’t care for you and has abandoned you? Let me enlighten you, Alexa, you’ve been wrong all this time.”
Alexa stared at him dumbstruck. How? She couldn’t even utter that one-word question .
The patience painted on Haxsel’s features or the gentle and understanding look in his eyes didn’t waver as he continued. “Do you still refuse to believe that Jesus sent me to you?”
But Alexa couldn’t respond. She was tongue-tied.
Haxsel smiled softly, as though he understood she was too shocked to speak. “Jesus has never once closed His eyes to your tears or His ears to the cries of your heart. He has always been there, watching over you, taking care of you. And the tragedies in your life… that’s His way of molding you into the person He wants you to be, to make you His beloved child, the one He shed the last drop of His blood on Calvary for. All the pain, it had a purpose—it has a purpose. Can you deny it?”
Alexa still made no response but kept staring at him, his words thawing the ice settled in the hole of her heart.
“Surely, you cannot deny that the one thing you count most beautiful came into your life along with the pain you endured. No, it became a part of your life amid your pain and tragedy, and tragedy itself brought it to you in the first place.” Haxsel paused with a brotherly smile. “The boy you love.
“Don’t you think Jesus sent him to you? Of course He did. The tragedies and the pain in your life were Jesus’ way of bringing you two together and writing your destinies, renewing you. I admit we won’t like it when God takes matters into His hands, but it always works out for good in the end—I’m a living example of that.” Haxsel gestured to himself and chuckled softly.
He sighed when Alexa yet again didn’t make a reaction, his facial expression sober and sincere. “He told me all this so you would believe what I’m saying is true. His message for you, though, is simple; He loves you. He has never abandoned you, and He is waiting with open arms. Whatever you seek, you can only find in Him. So, turn to Him.”
Alexa finally moved from her frozen stature and ran her hands through her hair before dropping her face into them. “This is—this is so hard to believe.”
“Loving and trusting Jesus is both the easiest and not the easiest things in the world, I know. It comes at a price that, while it doesn’t come close to the love He has for us, we hesitate and hold back from giving it to Him. I have too, but I learned it eventually, in a way I’ll never forget.”
She looked up at him from her hands with an expectant look. Haxsel smiled, as though reading her mind.
“Seeing you here, in a hospital and in this dress, it reminds me so much of my sister.” He smiled sadly, but his eyes shone with fondness. “Her name is Hailey. I adopted her when she was only six. I never had a sibling before her; having one was my greatest dream as a boy, even as a teenager. I used to pray constantly, and one day, I met her. Then and there, I knew she was my little sister.
“She became my ray of sunshine, and I loved her more than I thought it would be possible to love someone who isn’t even my blood. Hailey was my world. And Jesus tested my trust in Him two times, concerning her, because she was the one person I couldn’t live without. And those two times, the second time worse than the first, I nearly lost my faith, failing to hold onto the confidence that God brought her into my life as an answer to my life-long prayers. That she would never be taken away from me permanently, that I should trust Him with His plans. But I failed both times.”
“What happened to her?” Alexa asked curiously.
Haxsel gave another sad smile, as though what happened in the past was still painful to him to recall. “She nearly died from a… an attack —a gunshot, and she was in a coma for over two weeks. Those were the worst days of my life. And the second time,” he paused, and a small smile crept to his lips, making him look less like he was about to deliver a worst experience. “It was when her biological brothers took her away— kidnapped her, in fact, and kept us apart to get revenge on me.”
Alexa gaped at him. “That’s—that’s horrible . Why would they want revenge on you?”
Haxsel smiled wryly. “Because she chose me over them. And because I did something terribly selfish—but that’s a story for another time.” He winked. “Anyway, my point is that, I thought Jesus brought Hailey into my life all those years ago only to take her away again. Because honestly, from the way her brothers kept us separated, I had no hope of seeing her ever again. And it wasn’t just my trust that was tested, Hailey’s too. She practically ran away when Jesus told her to go with her biological family, because she didn’t want to hurt me. And He brought her back to where He wanted her, just like Jonah—in a nicer way though.”
He chuckled fondly, again.
“Guess what, it all turned out to be good. Too good to be true. My sister can’t imagine a world without all her brothers now. It took time, but we both eventually realized the pain of temporary separation had a purpose, because God’s plans are always perfect. All we have to do is surrender ourselves to Him and to His will for us, rather than telling Him what we want for us. Trust me, you might not see the good in all the pain now, but one day you will. Then, you will be smiling like me, even though some of those memories still sting—like, remembering the days I watched my sister’s limp body in her hospital bed.”
Haxsel leaned back in his chair and heaved a heavy sigh. “I hope I’m not boring you.” He tilted his head slightly, managing an easy-going smile.
“No, not at all.” Alexa surprised herself with her response, more so because she meant it.
Haxsel’s smile turned soft. “I’m glad to hear that. Are you well now—your health, I mean.”
“Yes, yes, I am. Thank you.” She smiled back.
“My sister had a supernatural experience during her coma, and when she woke up, she was miraculously healed.”
“What kind of supernatural experience?”
“Jesus took her to Paradise.”
“Oh.” Her eyebrows shot up. She composed herself immediately. “Well, He definitely didn’t take me there.”
He could’ve, right? But He didn’t; He could’ve shown her to her dad. But no, He didn’t.
Haxsel’s eyes gentled. “Because not all our stories are the same, Alexa. They are varied, unique from each other but perfect in their own way; yours, mine, your sister’s, my sister’s… Each one of us has a different life story. And Jesus is the author, so nothing will go wrong no matter whatever turn the story takes.”
“You believe that?” she asked slowly, a part of her wanting to believe it.
Haxsel grinned and spread his hands. “Like I said, I’m a living example. You know, I met my fiancée through my sister and her biological family. While I believe we may have met any other way, because we’re meant for each other, God has designed a specific way for everything. I met her after I learned to completely trust God, and my family became one with my sister’s biological ones. So all the pain, all of it, had a purpose.”
Alexa looked down at her hands, unable to ignore the movement of his words in her heart. “I want to believe,” she confessed.
“But it is hard because you’ve believed all this time that Jesus wants nothing to do with you anymore.” Haxsel spoke her thoughts aloud.
She met his gaze, surprised.
Haxsel chuckled softly. “It’s very much obvious, no need to be surprised.”
“No, actually, I was wondering if you have the ability to read minds like Edward Cullen.” She smiled a little.
“And she jokes.” He gave her a brotherly smile.
“I don’t lack that ability, you know?” Alexa chuckled, and then sighed. “It’s just that, whenever someone brings up this topic, I get upset. I’m sorry if I made you feel like I was being rude, with my lack of enthusiasm.” She told him earnestly.
“There’s no need to apologize, Alexa. I was forewarned about your reaction, remember?” He gave her a teasing smile.
Alexa groaned, but with a smile, and dropped her face to her hands.
Haxsel laughed. “You remind me so much of my sister.”
Alexa looked up to glance at him again. “And you remind me of—well, no one, so I’d definitely be remembering you for the years to come. I’ve never had a stranger telling me about my past and what I’m thinking about.”
“So, I’m in your good graces then.”
Alexa gave a sarcastic shrug.
Haxsel glanced down at the million dollar watch on his wrist. “I gotta go.” He met her eyes and smiled warmly. “It was nice meeting you, Alexa. I’ll be praying for you and your loved ones.” He stood from the chair and Alexa rose with him. “Always remember that no matter whatever turns your story takes, you’re being led in the right path. Trust the One who is in control, and never doubt His love for you.”
“Thank you,” she told him earnestly. “It was nice meeting you too, Haxsel. I hope we meet again?” She posed the question, realizing she didn’t know where he was from.
“I hope too, although unfortunately, I’m from Illinois. But if you ever want to talk to me—” He fished out a business card from his pocket but hesitated and glanced at her uncertainly. “I would not have my own sister keep the number of a man she barely knows in her phone.” He winced slightly, as though an unpleasant memory crossed his mind. “So, unless you think you can trust me, which you can, don’t bother saving my number. You can always find me on Instagram @haxselhouston .”
He offered the card with a tentative smile.
Alexa felt like she wanted to laugh at the look on his face. Did he realize how utterly gentlemanly he was being right now, that his chivalry alone spoke volumes for his good character? He was nearly treating her like his rather fortunate little sister.
“Thank you, Haxsel.” She accepted the card from him with a grin. “It was really nice meeting you.”
Haxsel relaxed, and Alexa was on the verge of laughing again. Whatever incident had happened with his sister and a strange man , it still had him on thorns that he was making sure he didn’t break his own philosophy by giving her his number.
A total gentleman like her Tristan.
“Haxsel?” She stopped him as he walked to the exit.
He turned to her. “Yes?”
“What you said about my boyfriend,” she began hesitantly, fiddling with the card. “That Jesus sent him to me… Does that mean we are meant to be? That he’s my future husband?”
She blushed, but Haxsel’s smile only became more brotherly.
“I wish I could tell you he is,” he said, and then sighed. “But I can’t. You see, no one comes into our life without God knowing or letting them. Whether they stay or not, that’s something we have to wait and find out.”
Alexa frowned. That was a little disappointing. Why did everything with God, His ways and plans, have to be so complicated and unknowable?
“But,” Haxsel continued, and Alexa perked up slightly. “From the way Jesus spoke about your boyfriend, I believe he is a stable person in your life. Though, I’m not encouraging you to hope. I want you to pray for him and your future. What if he is? Jesus did mention he is the most beautiful blessing in your life. If he wasn’t, I believe He wouldn’t have told me so.”
They exchanged a smile and Alexa nodded. “Thank you.”
“It was my pleasure, Alexa.”
Haxsel smiled with a dip of his chin and walked out of the room, while Alexa slumped into her chair, feeling like her life had been just flipped—again.