CHAPTER 19

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"Can I...Your... Your... Your Oh! My! God!" Abigail said as she let herself into Lillian's office. She couldn't believe her eyes. He was there.

A day earlier
A month had passed after Amos' burial, his body was six feet under but his memories were still with them. The wounds were still fresh but Abigail had moved on. Jay's case was different. He had been broken, his heart shattered and his mind confused. Jay was in a mental hospital, when Abigail had last gone to visit him the doctors said he mumbled words that no one could understand. Posttraumatic stress the doctors called it.

Now Abigail was in her room the quiet in the room made her scared and brought memories. Sleep to her was a luxury since she always got nightmares. Nightmares of the day her father die. So she had to keep herself busy all the time. Even during her free time. "What did he want to tell me?" She asked herself. The scribbles in the monitor meant something. They were codes.

She noticed a trend in the writing of the codes. There was use of both numerals and alphabetical letters. "I think the Lady I was with the last time could help. Tomorrow I'll visit her," she said as she picked the house phone to call her. Her secretary sounded rude when she called. "I'll book you an appointment whoever you are," she didn't seem rude the last time.

The door bell rung and she opened the door. It was Sergius, her crush'; she called him. "I think I've decoded your father's message," he said as he looked down at her. "What does it say?" She asked as she showed her in.

What was the message?

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