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because his mother was gone and a cup of tea was all that was left except Serena who he loved with all his heart. But his heart was broken now and he wondered how it could ever be put back together.
    The phone rang again and Jonathon kept stirring. He didn’t want to talk right now and even if he did he didn’t know what to say. “Can you get that please babe?” he asked.
    Babe was his pet name for Serena and he called her that often, but not when he was sad or upset no matter whose fault it was. She looked up at him. He was focused on that one thing in front of him and nothing would break through the brick wall he seemed to be building around whatever was left of his heart. She wiped away more of her tears. “Of course.”
    She stood up and went to the phone. She picked it up and straight away felt a cold chill run down her spine. She didn’t want to speak for fear of finding out what had caused it but now she had answered the phone she had no choice. “Hello?”
    “Serena? Can I speak to Jonathon please? It’s urgent. ”
    The cold fingers of the Devil wrapped around her throat and she found it hard to breath. Sweat formed on her brow and she began to feel sick in her stomach. She put down the phone and stepped away from it.
    Jonathon turned to her. “Who was it?”
    She was shaking and sweating and unsteady on her feet. She touched her hand to her forehead and it was covered in sweat. She reached behind her for the stool she had stood up from to answer the phone and sat back down. She was sickly pale and looked like she had just seen a ghost. She looked at him and, sadly and with a soul whose every fibre had been gripped by fear, said, “Your mother.”
    Jonathon looked at her for several moments, unable to believe what he had just heard her say. It hit him soon enough though and he leaned back against the kitchen bench. He looked around the room, taking in all those things he saw in the hope they would overwhelm those things he felt, hoping that what he saw would banish what he felt for all time but they didn’t because that’s not how things work.
    Just then a clap of thunder roared over his home, and the early morning sky lit up like a Christmas tree pumped full of steroids and high on speed and cocaine. Jonathon looked outside and saw the stars twinkling against the black, velvet-like backdrop that was outer space. Another clap of thunder came and he wondered what was going on for there wasn’t a cloud in the sky. He stood up and went to the window and a pillar of pure white light descended from above. An angel of extraordinary beauty, the likes of which Jonathon had never seen before, stepped out of the light and beckoned him and Serena with open arms. “Come to me children, for this is the way and you must take it before it’s too late.”
    Jonathon and Serena looked at each other. There was no need for words and none were spoken because sometimes you just have to trust that something out there knows more and better than you, and this was one of those times because they trusted in what they saw. They took each others hand and left the house by the front door. Jonathon closed it then looked back at what he was leaving behind which was a whole heap but he knew in his heart that the pull of the light was strong, that their greater good was being called upon, and it was time to answer that call with all their hearts. They stepped toward the light and the angel embraced them both, wrapping her wings around them and closing them tight, drawing Jonathon and Serena into the light which drained them of all human life and replaced it with everlasting life after death. The pillar of light vanished and it took the world’s best-selling writer of horror and his girlfriend who had changed his life forever with it, leaving behind no sign but the words on a blank page and the love two hearts shared that they were here at all.
     
     
    CHAPTER FOURTEEN
     
    T he pillar of white light that took Jonathon and Serena from