"Stephanie, you know that you have a lot of explaining to do. Is MJ mine?"
"Marcus, how could you ask a question like that? He is the spitting image of Jason."
“Something must be wrong with my head, Stephanie. I can’t remember anything ever happening between us.”
"Marcus, as I lie in this hospital bed I remember it as if it were yesterday. About five years ago we were on that undercover mission investigating the disappearances of young men in St. Thomas and we infiltrated that group as a husband and wife team as reporters doing a story on the occult in St. Thomas. You came into the room at almost 2 a.m. in the morning after being at one of the wakes for a woman that had passed off mysteriously. You lit scented candles and sprinkled rose petals on the flo
