Spirit of Gettysburg: Soulmates Across Time

Chapter 1

The Confederate ghost was dying. And she must try to save him. She was scared...very, very scared. What if she failed him again? He was her darling sweetheart, her forever husband, her true soulmate, her everything.

Driving the final miles from Washington, D.C. to Cavalry Manor, her newly inherited, haunted Civil War era house in Gettysburg, Pennsylvania, Maureen knew her life was changing and for the first time in years she embraced it. She was ready for anything, especially the romantic, troubled spirit-soldier caught in time anxiously awaiting her at Cavalry Manor.Her inheritance from Uncle Brucie and her psychic ability propelled her new life forward: a home, six-million dollars and her darling sweetheart. 

"Thank you, Uncle Brucie." Her words were a whispered prayer of gratitude. Cavalry Manor was the conduit that reunited her with her Rebel spirit who commanded she rescue him. She truly loved him and would fight an army for him. Maureen was tired of being alone, she missed him and it was her karma to save him. So she was fleeing Washington's pretentious society and her abusive, powerful ex-boyfriend to join him.

She said goodbye to her job as a psychic and personal trainer to the political elites, and never felt freer. The car lunged forward. Her twelve-year-old Honda Civic inhaled the miles on Maryland Route 15 North faster than a pancake eating teenager.

She met Uncle Brucie only once. She was ten. At the time she and her mother were living in a Washington, D.C. homeless shelter. Her melodramatic mother, estranged from her eccentric big brother, honored his request to see his niece, the only offspring in the family of the two siblings.

Her uncle's Watergate apartment was a light-filled, clean and spacious refuge of tranquility to her child's eye, with spectacular views of the Potomac River. He owned numerous properties. Cavalry Manor was his weekend retreat. Their visit lasted six days before arguments erupted and they stormed out. Maureen was forbidden any further contact with him.

Uncle Brucie was the only wholesome male in her chaotic childhood. Her father was in and out of her life, a brilliant, bullying, unpredictable, violent man, who died of a heroin overdose when she was eight.

She remembered his piercing, icy blue eyes and his nose, the proud beak of an American eagle. His smile, though, his smile was his saving grace. It was a ray of bright sunshine captured in a bottle and released on cold, rainy days. When he hugged her goodbye, she cried and refused to leave his arms. She felt safe in his embrace.

Her eyes misted with tears. Uncle Brucie's benevolence awed her. When you struggle your whole life and lose everything except your solid faith in God there is nothing left to fear and a lot to hope for.

Author's Notes:  New Chapter on Saturday!

Question:  Do you believe  true soulmates are worth fighting for?  I do.