Chapter Eight

He wasn't expecting a warm welcome, but at this moment in time Michael would've settled for a "Can I Help you?"

Instead the greeting he got was more of suspicion and confusion from both ends, the girl he had expected and the boy who he didn't. He had been drawn to the child earlier but he had no idea he would be at the same residence. Had he known that, he may have made himself a little more discreet. Now he must've just seemed like a stalker.

"Wonderful." He thought.

No worries somehow this was all part of the same puzzle, now more than ever more pieces just made themselves known. Keeping his composure and finding it necessary to break the awkward silence he said.

"Hi, I'm Michael."

As he extended his hand at the boy, he ignored the sudden withdrawal from him and continued, pointing at the boy.

"I'm not sure who you are." Setting his sights on the girl he said. "But you must be Denise."