"Michael!"
"Grace," he replied not sounding very happy, "You needed me?"
"Yes, I did, but first come in."
Michael walked in and Gracie escorted him to the couch where he sat in the dim lights. She stood. The rays of the red setting sun shone through the window.
"Michael," Gracie began, "This is really important."
"Go on," insisted Michael.
Gracie took a deep breath and situated her self on the edge of a couch across from Michael. She bit down on her lip so hard she could feel the sweet tang of blood hit her tongue. Once more she filled her lungs with air before hesitating to speak. Gracie looked at Michael as he sad their with his head down waiting to hear what she had to say.
"Well,"
Just as Gracie began to talk a door in the back of the house creaked open.
"I'm home!" A.J. walked in the room with a wrench over his shoulder and a radiant smile. "Did you miss me Gracie and how's the..."
A.J. was cut off as he saw the two in the room. Grace gasped and turned around to see A.J. standing there. His smile faded. Michael looked up in worry.
"Um, hi, sweetie," Gracie muttered. "This is Michael. He's a friend of mine."
A.J. walked over to Michael and shook his hand.
"I'm A.J. Frost, Gracie's husband."
Michael stood up and looked A.J. in the eyes as he shook his hand firmly.
"Michael...Michael Kent."
A.J. flashed a grin and sat on the couch next to where Gracie was standing.
Oblivious to the situation A.J. smiled and began to speak. "So, what are you guys talking about?"
Neither Gracie nor Michael answered, for they both new Michael wasn't suppose to be there. Not only did Gracie have this weighing down her thoughts, but there was also another soul not meant to be in that room and only she was aware of it.