Chapter 68

Isamu: murderer or soul mate? Plucking off the petals of all the daisies on this planet would not help me answer that question and yet...the ghost of my old self had told me he was Courage.

At the Pensacola airport, I handed the flight attendant my boarding pass while I silently regurgitated the question that had been tearing me apart for the last ten days or so. Every time Isamu and I spoke on the phone. Every time I hung up and questioned my confused state. Every time I relieved our meeting at the castle, the following day during the festival and every moment thereafterI wanted to believe the positive with all my being, but something sinister kept on shattering my hope. Even my session with Evalena had confirmed this feeling. At a total loss for any other solution and despite my initial reservations I had agreed to a scrying.