Miss Anderson's office is cozy compared to grandpa's messy office in the diner. This office makes me feel at home just by sitting on the soft black leather sofa. Her journals are compiled on top of her table beside her computer screen. She has a shelf of filed paperworks that I guess was compiled over the years. Her room is a blend of coffee brown and black in color. Maybe she doesn't like colorful stuff. She turned off her electric coffee maker on her buffet table and poured the hot coffee on three mugs. The thunder roared outside and poured on heavy rain. She handed me and James a mug and she sat comfortably across us on her brown couch. James and I were quiet at the moment, not knowing how to confront her.

"So, what made you two interested with my most criticized article?" Audrey asked, putting her own mug down on the table.

James went ahead of me to talk, "We just want to know if it's not bogus"

"James!" I snapped, giving him a displeased look.

He look at me confused though, "What? I just wanted to make sure that she's not just some person ruining our family's reputation"

"Wait, your family?" Audrey asked, eyeing us both with interest.

"Yeah, you mentioned my Mom Charlie and our diner being attacked by some kinds of zombie?"

"You're James Hanson?"

James nodded uncomfortably.

Audrey's gaze moved to me, her lips curving to a smile, "And you are-?"

"A-Abigail Combs, Rebbeca and Michael's daughter" I said softly.

Miss Anderson fell silent for a moment, her joyous expression stuck on her face. She couldn't speak at the moment and just seems to be happy seeing us-like seeing an old friend. Though we never met her before.

"The two most people I'm longing to see" she finally muttered.

Wow, someone would want to actually see me and James? We both looked perplexed and Audrey stood up and went behind her desk and looked through her drawer.

"So, about the article, is it true?" I asked.

Miss Anderson is busy rummaging through her things, looking for something, when she answered. "Of course it's true, do you think I'm stupid enough to humiliate myself with a ridiculous story if it wasn't true?"

James snickered and moved closer to whisper to me, "She could be your sister. You both have the same attitude"

"Shut up" then I elbowed him.

"Aha!"

Miss Anderson finally found what she's looking for and showed it to us; it's an old picture in front of "Paradise Falls" diner. Everyone in the picture looks all bruised up and some, like my dad and their friend Kyle, are carrying big guns. Miss Anderson pointed at the young girl that looks like a rebel between her parents.

"That's me when I was only eighteen" she said and took a sit.

Then my gaze turned to the picture of a teenager beside my young looking dad. It was mom, I can tell. We look so much like each other, except that she looks more of a super model than a rebel punk like me.

"So, are you trying to say that the Archangel Michael you've met is my dad?" I muttered, looking at his picture.

"Why, didn't he tell you?" Miss Anderson asked.

James and I looked surprised and couldn't speak.

"Yes, your father is the Archangel" she said.

My dad, an angel? Oh my god.

"That's not possible" I uttered, looking quite perplexed.

Miss Anderson snorted and looked outside the rainy city, "Anything is possible, my dear"

"Does that make me a Nephilim?"

"A nephi what?"

"A Nephilim, the offspring of a human and an angel" it just made me feel stupid asking such question.

Miss Anderson laughed and looked at us, "You two are really clueless"

"That's why we came here, to know the truth" James answered for me and holds my hand tight.

"Well, you're not a half breed if that's what you're thinking. Your mother is an angel too. Ah ah ah, no interruptions" Audrey said when I was about to question her. "I'm the story teller. So anyways, your mom was an angel named Celeste. She was a healer. During the battle of the angels, Celeste was defeated and fell to the earth, erasing all her memory of being an angel. She was adopted by your grandfather and became Rebecca Hanson"

All that she just mentioned, I just can't seem to register it in my head. It's too unrealistic to believe it. My parents are angels? And I'm an angel? That's nonsense! Without saying goodbye, I walked out of her office fast and I can hear James calling after me and followed. I began to push the elevator button continuously and James caught up with me.

"I'm sorry, I just can't handle any of this crap" I answered, trying to fight back the tears.

James didn't speak.

The elevator pinged and the doors automatically opened. We both went in and as the door is about to close, Miss Anderson appeared and pushed the door sideways. She was looking at me in remorse.

"I should've just lied to you" she said, feeling sorry.

I shook my head, "That would just make things worse. Anyways, thanks for having the time telling us about everything"

"Just remember, your parents kept it from you to make you feel like a normal teenager"

Then the door closed.

I slid down to my knees and covered my eyes with my hands. My tears started to flow down and I don't want James to see me crying. I don't want anyone seeing my weak side. When we reached the last floor, we walked out of the hallway and ran towards the old truck. I got a little wet and I sit on the passenger seat, buckling up with the seat belt. James turned the engine and started to drive back towards New Mexico dessert. The rain is getting harder to the point that it's hard to see the view in front. James turned on the window swipers continuously to see. I, on the other hand, just stared on the smudge wet window.

"Hey, are you all right?" I heard James asked.

I just nodded without looking at him, my eyes are still sore. "I still think all of this is stupid"

He snorted, "But it's amazing, don't you think. Your father actually saved us from being exterminated"

"But it's also because of you. Remember, the moment you were born you already saved us"

"Yeah. Our family is so weird"