Nora raised her eyebrows, “What?”
“My name is Michael. I am an Archangel of the Lord,” he repeated.
“No, I heard you the first time. I— you are Archangel Michael?”
“Yes, Norabel.”
Nora gasped and chuckled in disbelief. “Let’s say you are—”
“I am.”
“…Why have you been trying to talk to me?”
“You reached out to me first through your questions.”
“What?”
“You have always felt different since you were a child. You could not explain how but you knew you were different. I became responsible for you when I saved you so I had to answer your questions.”
“Wait,” Nora ran her hand through her spinning head, “what?”
“You use that word a lot,” Archangel Michael said with the warmest smile Nora had ever seen.
“I am just confused.”