“You’re under arrest!” some cop shouted, seeing the dead bodies on the floor as he made one hell of an assumption.
And Elizabeth knew one thing.
This was exactly how this could go bad and get worse.
This.
Right.
Here.
Chapter Nineteen
The Stone Grotto
Same Time
To be honest, Poe was so confused as to where he was. At first, he’d been in the grotto, but now he was in his parent’s stable back in the UK, tending to their horses. The logical part of him knew that this had to be a dream.
There was no way he left the United States.
He wasn’t there because his father and mother were now dead.
And it was likely his fault.
Maybe if he hadn’t taken his brother’s things back with him, the assholes would have found them and left his parents to live.
His heart hurt.
It hurt just like when his father showed up at his home to tell him that Hemmingway had died in a helicopter crash.
Only, it was somehow worse.
He.
Was.
Alone.
Poe had no one left in the world, and that was a hard pill to swallow. As someone who helped people work through their grief, he was oddly unable to do that for himself.
Now, he was dreaming, and he knew that whatever his mind was preparing for him wouldn’t be pleasant.
Call it a hunch.
Walking through the barn, he could smell his father’s tobacco, and he knew he was there.
“Father?” he called.
When the man walked around the corner, Poe braced himself for the onslaught of grief.
“My boy, you’ve come home. I can’t tell you how glad I am to see you. Have you come to take over for me?” he asked.
His heart began racing at the mere thought of having to do that.
“Take over, Father?”
The man chuckled.
