You killed a man. The statement bounced around inside my skull. I knew the meaning of those words, yet somehow, I did not understand them. “W-what do y-you mean?” I asked Michael, my voice shaking.
Soul Dealer hesitated. He averted his eyes and leaned against the kitchen sink. “There was a man on the island, a boy, actually. He looked not a day over sixteen years. He was skinny and had blonde hair. The Angels know what on earth that poor kid was doing there. If I knew that we weren’t alone on the island, I would’ve done things differently.”
My body felt tiny quakes as I listened to Michael speak. He was just beginning his story, but somehow I knew the ending already. It was like the way I know how a movie ends before I even see the middle part. Usually I’d be thrilled whenever my predict
