![]() ![]() Relinquishing his last hold on life, his eyes glazed over and settled back onto the fire. ![]() She would be waiting for him on the other side. Three years ago he had watched her die-three long years. ![]() His wife gazed at him with eyes full of peace. ![]() His family looked down on him like angels. With a gasp, he rolled to his side and stared up at the framed photographs on the wall. He slid from his chair and tried to crawl to the phone at his desk. He needed to tell Theo what to do-to warn him the manuscript was no longer safe. Panic consumed him as his mind rode the pain to its pinnacle. The muscles of his heart closed tightly like a fist and squeezed until his body began to tremor. Unable to call out from his chair in the study, he looked toward the door and gripped his arm. The glass of cognac slipped from his hand and tumbled across the carpet. His heart slowed and beat out of time, making each breath more difficult to take. The flames bent and bloomed, spreading out their warmth, but Marcel could feel only coldness. Embers crackled and popped behind the grate, breaking the silence, and a log fell forward in a rain of sparks. The fireplace stood like a sentry in the room. ![]()
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