Epilogue: Restless Dreams
James let the pillow drop from his hand and looked at the thing that had replaced his wife one final time.
He walked from the oppressive, dank room that reeked of death.
"How's your wife, Mr. Sunderland?" A cheery voice hailed from the reception desk as he passed. He didn't bother to look up as he replied.
"She was tired. She should be asleep by now."
He didn't hear her overly optimistic reply.
It was only the next morning, when James received a call from the hospital, telling him that at some time last night, shortly after he'd visited, his wife had tragically passed away that he cried.
Three years later, James had a very different perception of the truth. That was when he got the letter…
Well, It's been emotional…
First off, thanks to everyone who reviewed, your comments have been greatly appreciated and I'm sorry if I annoyed any purist with the Mary/Maria/Laura scene. Oh, and thanks to everyone who put up with the fact I can't spell desise. If you enjoy morbid tales of woe (which is why I guess your reading this) then it would be worth your while to check out Hello Captain's work. Both shame mine horribly.
-See you around…