Chapter125

#Chapter125

There was complete and utter silence.

Everyone's verbal reaction was substituted with bewildered faces and wide rounded eyes. The conversation had taken a turn most did not expect; a conversation that began to reveal something a little more shocking.

Christopher Ross.

We have all come to terms with the name.

The name was originally attached to a man who was long gone. Or supposedly long gone. A man who was supposed to be buried in a cemetery located over one hundred miles away from here.

He was supposed to be dead!

Christopher, with bright blue discolored eyes, turned to acknowledge the many faces who found his presence a surprise before he settled on my face alone.

"I'm sure you have many questions."

"I do." I answered. "However I'm not the only person you need to answer to."

With a slow nod of his head, he spoke.

"My wife. My daughter." He realized before he looked away; his eyes unfocused as he began to think of the ones he had left behind