Chapter 93

Paul opened his eyes slowly. As his eyes adjusted to the light in the room, he realized he was sitting in his favorite chair in the middle of his living room.

"No!" Paul shouted as he shot from the chair.

Michael killed him. The angel had kept his promise and killed him at his son's wedding. Was it all some trick? Had he dreamt all of it?

Then Paul heard rustling coming from the bedroom. Who could be in his home?

Paul walked slowly down the hall toward the bedroom and opened it. He peered inside and saw Kathrine standing in the middle of the bedroom, straightening her favorite tee-shirt. Some band Paul didn't care for. His beautiful wife seemed to be fussing over what she was wearing. She also had on a pair of tight fitting, blue jeans and despite his lack of interest in the band, this was one of Paul's favorite outfits. Kathrine looked casual but still drop dead gorgeous.