Chapter Two Hundred And Sixty-two: Making Amend

"Sort of a vessel for the dead," Asher explained, "You should go meet your mother, Devon before she passes to the other side," he urged her forward.

Devon was reluctant at first but when she looked into those eyes, she found herself running to him, engulfing Ben in a bear hug. 

"I should record this, right?" Lia was yearning to show Ben he was embraced by a girl when he returned to himself. 

"Keep your itchy hands to your side, Lia" Asher told her to which she frowned yet he rubbed her hair affectionately. Women and their mood changes at times, sigh.

"Mother?"

"Devon" 

As if a signal was given off, both began a crying marathon. 

Honestly, that scene was super awkward and mentally distressing for the others to watch. It was weird seeing Ben weeping like a young widow while rubbing Devon's back and kissing her forehead. 

"Why is everything about this boy so out of this world?" Sabrina couldn't hold back her curtisury anymore.