Morning light poured in through the green room window as I gazed at William, awaiting his questions and response.
He cleared his throat, dry from not speaking for the last few hours.
“Your Raven,” he asked. “Was he real?”
I smiled slyly.
“I can"t tell if he was a real man you met,” William said. “Or if he was another character you saw in your mind like Ian or Erik.”
My cat mewed at the birds outside the bay window.
“Is Raven real?” he asked.
“That"s the question now, isn"t it?” I asked.
“Are you living in Ireland now to be with him, or are you living here to live out a fantasy you had?”
I sighed and gazed out the window to stare at the Irish morning light. The forest beckoned. Outside my door, I knew the stream rushed through the wood. Skies were clear. The evening"s storm had pas
