"Your Ex has Problems Letting Go" Part 7:

Eve spun on her heel and stared at her companion like he had sprung a second head. "You want me to give my gift to Sarah?! The very same woman who has been trying to take Michael from me for over a year?! The one who caused the accident to begin with?! How can you even CONSIDER that?" Her companion just looked at her patiently, allowing her to vent all of her frustrations upon him. When she was done yelling, he answered her, "If you don't at lease offer your gift to Sarah as well as Michael, there will be consequences. You need to OFFER the gift to the both of them, Eve. It is part of those rules I gave you when I offered this gift to you." She was well and truly pissed off at this point. Eve knew the rules and had taken them to heart when he had offered her his gift, but that was when she lay dying and believed Michael about Sarah. Now she wasn't so sure. Just watching the two of them together made her wonder how much Michael had told her that night was true. But she nodded at her companion curtly, letting him know that she would abide by the rules. "Besides, Eve, if you don't offer Sarah our gift, I will do it for you and you will have to deal with any consequence I decide to met out." Eve turned to face him, "Fine! Consider it noted!"

Sarah glanced out the window while they ate their dinner. She thought she saw some movement in the alley across the street. She squinted her eyes, trying to see more, when she felt Michael's hand on her arm. "What is it, Sarah?" She turned her attention to Michael and cleared her throat. He moved his hand off of her arm but the concern on his face remained. She shook her head, "Nothing, Michael. Just waiting for you to be ready to move on."

Michael nodded at Sarah once, then returned to his own meal, letting her return to her own as well. He glanced out the window, thinking over Sarah proposal. He squinted when he noticed movement at the opening of the alley across the street. He was leaning closer to the window, trying to see what was moving over there, when he caught a glimpse of shocking red hair. He sat back like he had been punched. It couldn't have been Eve! She was dead! Had been for a year now!

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