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This entry is part 28 of 36 in the Afterlife collection

Richard had heard of the Rainbow Lake, but he hadn’t visited it himself. It was somewhere he wanted to take Caitlyn, when he had a chance, because he knew she’d like it. After Charis had moved on he found himself focusing entirely on his job, so he didn’t have to get close to anyone, and he was hoping that by being friendless Death he would be able to put everyone off – then Samael had knocked on his door, the angel who had walked away, which had changed things more than he’d ever expected them to. Sighing, Richard ran a hand through his hair. If it hadn’t been for Sam and his insistence that even Death needed friends he would never have been in the position that he was when Caitlyn found him sitting on the night beach.

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It wasn’t a surprise. Kara sat in the office of the Unity house she’d died in and smiled at Richard as he walked into the room. He smiled back, sitting down next to her, with his back against the wall and his knees up against his chest. They’d met before, the first and second times she’d died, and she knew it wouldn’t be long before he started trying to convince her that she should move on, but for a while they simply sat together in companionable silence. Even though she knew why he was there she was grateful for the company.

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This entry is part 25 of 33 in the Afterlife collection

Slowly Caitlyn walked through her eldest daughter’s home, unable to stop herself from checking on the people she cared about. They should have all been asleep, as it was well past midnight, and it wasn’t until she entered twelve-year-old Avery’s room that she realised that anyone wasn’t. A smile lit up Avery’s face and Caitlyn couldn’t stop herself from smiling back. She should have known that her psychic granddaughter would be awake on the day she chose to visit.

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The voice startled Joe out of his reverie. ‘Hello, Joe.’ It seemed to be coming from his mind, but he knew it wasn’t him, so he turned and standing behind him was another dog. ‘It’s time for you to move on now.’

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