Chrysocolla (32 page)
Authors: B. Kristin McMichael
Charles made his way over to his waiting family. The child grabbed his hand quickly.
“Still stuck on that girl?” Charles’ adopted daughter asked as she took the kid’s other hand.
Charles nodded. He couldn’t explain it and felt too foolish to tell her that he dreamed of her. In fact, he dreamed of her, her mother, her pharaoh, and everyone in a time he could have never met.
They began their walk back past the exhibit line to go into the rest of the museum. The child broke off his hold on both of them and ran back to the line.
“Come back here,” his mother called.
“It’s okay,” Charles replied. “I’ll go this time.”
Charles hobbled back to the line and found his grandchild. He was attracted to the great pharaoh, Charles was almost afraid of how he would react when the exhibit left. He’ll probably insist they move to Egypt to be near the mummy.
“Come now, we have to go.” Charles took the child’s hand again.
“I think he misses me,” the child said.
“I’m sure he does, and why wouldn’t he? I’d miss you if you went away,” Charles patted his grandchild’s back. “Now, if we don’t go join your mother, you know she won’t come again.”
The child gave one last whimsical look to the same pictures Charles was drawn to.
“Yeah, yeah. I know.”
They walked back slowly, neither really wanting to leave.
“Mommy, Mommy, can we go see the mummies?” the young child called as he ran to his mother.
“Yes, Miller, we can,” she replied and rolled her eyes in exasperation. Looking at the exhibit wasn’t enough. The child always had to see the mummies, too.
“Can I be a mummy when I grow up?” Miller asked.
“You can be anything you want to be,” she replied back. Charles hated to encourage the child, but Melissa knew just what to say to keep Miller happy. Wasn’t that enough?
“Grandfather?” Miller paused.
“Yes?”
“Do you believe in fate?”
Charles was taken back by the question. What seven-year-old talked about fate?
“Yes,” Charles replied.
How could he not? Fate was what brought him both Melissa and Miller. Fate had been kind to this old man, who never had children of his own. He didn’t have the life he thought he would live. He didn’t have the child he remembered in his dreams, but he did have happiness that he should never have had. Yes. Charles Kester believed in fate. The goddess smiled down at the old man. This was how it was always supposed to end.
Thank you so much for reading. If you liked it, please leave me a review so more people will find this series. –BK
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Also, I would like to thank my editor and cover designers. A good editor is essential to getting the story correct. Thank you so much, Kathie, for catching all those errors and making this a much better book. Thanks to Ashton Brammer for the second edit to make this book even better and catching those little glitches. A thank-you to my cover artist, Alexandria, at Gothic Fate for such a pretty cover. A great cover helps get people interested. They may say
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I’d like to thank my hubby for continuing to push me further down the writing road. He gives me time when I need it to work on my stories. He encourages me to keep going each and every day on this adventure. And he does all the behind-the-scenes effort to make this work (have you seen my trailers—he is awesome). This would be so much harder without his help. So thank you, B. for pushing me off the deep end (or the cliff as I see it sometimes). And a great big thanks to my little munchkins who keep me going from before the sun comes up ‘til long after it sets. Being a mom is probably the best job in the world. Love you AK, KB, and EM.
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About the Author
B. Kristin graduated with her PhD in biology at Ohio State where she worked as a scientist before taking her passion of writing full-time. Besides writing, she enjoys chasing her kids, playing outside, and baking cookies.
B. Kristin McMichael lives in Ohio with her husband and three children.
Other Books By This Author
The Night Human World
The Blue Eyes Trilogy (Series One)
The Day Human Trilogy (Series Two)
