You Are My Destiny.

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eyes darting from the shadows to the windows of my house. It was as if he was searching for

st asleep. I had made arrangements for a temporary maid to take care of

him, noticing he was still staring at

okay," he replied, his ey

front of the pictures. "That's my husband, Mike," I said, placing the glass on the table. "He died a

the pictures to me, and he said, "

ons. "What do you mean you never died? You're.

eyes seemed to hold a deep intensity. "I'

e that I couldn't wake up from. "Protect us from

ose who want to harm you. From the tr

bs. "I don't understand. You're...Mike, my

, Catherine. And I'm here to uncover th

Wilton said, his eyes locked on mine. "It's true, I had an a

s. "What are you saying? Are you crazy or what?" I took

this may sound or look scary or unreal to you, but I want you to believe me. I am Mike, your hu

u know my name? Who told you my full name?" I

thing about you, Catherine. And I'm here t

couldn't be happening. But Wilton's words and his eyes seemed to hol

his years, your favourite food is plantains and black beans. I know everything about you, right from your favourite color, to

" i can't listen to this

, but i will leave tonight, i will come back next time, but Elizabeth, this is the truth

n my mind, making me feel like I was losing my grip on reality. How did he know all those intimate d

s racing, refusing to let go of the questions that Wilton's words had raised. Was he really Mike, my husband, com

ys I couldn't imagine. And as I stood there, frozen in uncertainty, I k

t was a note, written in familiar handwriting. "Catherine, I know this is hard to believ

kind of sick joke, or was I really being given a second chance with the love of my life? I