Page 23 of Cursed Lifeline (Eternal Love)

Twenty Two

Esme

Song: Let’s Face the Music | Vince Giordano my dreams have increased, and the diligent eye of the raven has seemed to study my every move.

Louise regards me with a sad smile before placing a kiss on my forehead. She rises and walks to the door. But before she leaves, she pauses and whispers, “I love you, bebe. Wherever your travels take you after New Orleans, b on courage pour votre trajet, mon cheri.”

She slips out the door before I can respond. A strangling sadness fills my heart as I watch the door gently close on its hinges. As Louise fades from sight, I stare up at the ceiling and release a heavy sigh. Tears well in my eyes as my mind translates her parting message.

Good luck for your journey, my dear.

My mind gets stuck on the French word courage and the English translation luck. The dream I’ve been having creeps to the forefront of my mind. Courage I can muster. But luck?

If the visions I’ve been having are any indication, I need to hope and pray my journey brings me to a stranger with kind, violet eyes. A man I sense my heart remembers, though as fate would have it, we haven’t met yet.

At least, not in this lifetime.