Three days later Evangeline and I drove back to Maynard's Rock.
I would have loved to stay longer, but I was worried about Ghost and Spirit. I was pretty sure that Whisper would look after the cats, but I had a nagging feeling that the way we left things, might throw her off her game and the cats would suffer for it.
I had never seen her so upset.
Her last words to me kept resonating in my head, through my time with Evangeline, but I decided to push it aside as best I could and enjoy myself.
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We had a wonderful; no, an amazing time. For the first time in my life I felt like I had something real in my life. Something natural.
Evangeline seemed to genuinely like me and as for me, well, I had been in love since the first time I saw her. She had never said the words, 'I love you', to me, but I could feel that she did.
I don't think she liked to say the words for fear that something might happen, but I didn't care. Like the old saying goes, actions speak louder than words and in that case, she did love me.
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When we pulled up in front of the house, I noticed the front door was open.
"Hmm, that's strange."
I wasn't overly concerned, at the moment, because Whisper would often leave the door open, when she played with the cats, in the front yard.
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"What is?" Evangeline wondered, as she got out of the Rav4.
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"The front door is open slightly."
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"Shit," Evangeline gasped, as she sprinted for the house.
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I looked around. I could not see Whisper anywhere.
'Whisper? Did you leave the front door open?'
There was no answer.
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Suddenly, I heard Evangeline scream from inside the house.
"OH MY GOD!"
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"EVA?"
I ran through the open front door and quickly up the stairs to the kitchen area.
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Evangeline was standing in the middle of my kitchen, her hands over her mouth.
When she saw me, she walked to me.
"Sweetie. Your beautiful house."
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I looked around, in complete shock. My house looked like the middle of a battlefield.
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Evangeline took my hand.
"Will, somebody must have broken in here."
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Tears filled my eyes, as I shook my head.
"No," I whispered, barely able to breathe.
"Nobody broke in."
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"How can you say that, Will? Look around."
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The kitchen was literally destroyed. Every cupboard door was open, some even hanging off broken hinges.
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Whisper
FantasyWill Templeton built his dream home in the tiny Newfoundland outport of Maynard's Rock, a community of just 200 people. A loner by choice, little did he know that he would be sharing this new home with the Spirit of an 11 year old girl. A Spirit tha...