Journey of a Soul

Chapter 4

Completely forgetting to pick up dinner, Lexi drove to her mother's house. Her mom and dad had bought the house in 1985. One year after they were married and just in time to welcome their first child into the world, a daughter they named Susannah.

Her dad at the time was still in medical school, becoming a general surgeon and would start his fellowship the following year. Lexi's grandparents were both wealthy and paid for her mom to attend finishing school and travel the world.

Her parent's house was in the part of Brooklyn famous for it's incredible Christmas lights display, Dyker Heights. Her parents said, they had bought the house because it was a rare find in New York City to have a two-car driveway and a big private back yard. But Lexi believed they bought it because it was a prestigious three-story home; with its ten-foot-high ceilings, parlor, library, massive kitchen with butler's pantry, grand ornamental fireplace in the living room, five bedrooms, and let's not forget the servant's quarters.

She grew up in this house. Putting the car into park, she just sat in her car, motionless. All these stored-up emotions and memories that had been brewing this past couple of days were now surfacing. The tears poured down Lexi's face as she remembered herself with Susannah, laughing, crying, arguing.

Sobbing uncontrollably, she just let all her feelings come out. What am I going to do? What if Tamara is right and I am the only one who can save Susannah. How is it possible that I am the one who can help her?

In a zombie-like state, Lexi got out of her car and entered her mom's house. She couldn't bring herself to tell her mom about what she did that afternoon. How do you say to a mother that her daughter did not make it to Heaven? So, she just made small talk and listened to her mom chat about the funeral arrangements.

The evening seemed to pass in a blink of an eye. She didn't remember what her mom quickly whipped up for them to eat, how long she was at her mom's, or how she got home.

Lying in bed, Lexi started thinking about work. Almost a year ago, she had accepted the ridiculously insane salary as the head designer of a very famous fashion design company in the city.

It had created the perfect opportunity for her to move out of her mom's house and rent the Fifth Avenue luxury apartment. Telling her mom that now she could safely walk to work in minutes instead of trying to get through rush hour traffic each day.

Lexi was reminiscing of how much Susannah loved to come over to visit and help Lexi renovate. She smiled at the memory of them repainting the walls bright and lively colors, different in every room.

How Susannah would share her incredible stories about working for a high-end antique collector. Traveling the world to find the most fascinating and rare pieces of furniture, ornaments, and even jewelry at auctions and estates sales.

Lexi closed her eyes and wished that she would have cherished every second that they shared. If I only knew how little time we had left together.

Sleep came eventually.

Lexi awoke, screaming out loud, "Susannah, where are you!" It was early Friday morning, and tomorrow was Susannah's funeral at Hawthorne Funeral Home. Oh my God, I have to stop the funeral! Susannah can't be buried when we don't know where her soul is.

Scrambling out of bed and getting dressed, Lexi knew exactly what she had to do.