Page 63 of Hades

“Oh, honey, we all have to figure out what we are. You ain’t special there. Once you find yourself, you’ll understand why Mr. Hades had to let you go.”

I sniffle and take another sip of my coffee as I ponder what she’s said. “Can I ask you something?” I whisper because I’m not sure who or what may be listening.

“I don’t see why not.”

“Umm, how long have I been gone? I mean, when was the last time I was here?” Both questions seem ridiculous coming out of my mouth, but she’s the only one who may know.

“Hmmm. Well, I’d say pretty close to a year.”

Her answer shocks me. “A year!” I practically yell. “I’ve been gone almost a year?”

With my elbows on the Formica, I rest my head in my hands. Any hope of the life I was heading toward in Boston is long gone. My job, my apartment, everything… Hades took everything from me.

“Sorry to be the bearer of bad news,” she says as she places a plate of French Toast with cinnamon and sugar in front of me. “You need to eat something. Then dust yourself off and stop feeling sorry for yourself. A year to most people could be a lifetime, but it’s barely the blink of an eye for you. Your possibilities are endless.”

“Thank you, I think,” I say with a forced smile before returning to my breakfast, which I have no idea how I will pay for.

“You eat, I’ve got a business to run.”

With every bite I take, I reflect on her words. How can someone who’s just met me be so accurate in her advice? Was it advice or just a slap in the face.

“Excuse me,” I say, waving my hand to flag her down, realizing I have no idea what her name is. “I’m sorry, I didn’t catch your name,” I admit.

She takes a moment as if debating what to tell me. “It’s Miorea. But don’t go spreading that around. I’m only telling you because I like you and think you’ll do all right.”

“Miorea,” I whisper. “That’s a pretty name.”

“It’s served me well.”

“Umm, one more thing. I… I don’t have any money,” I admit with a bit of shame for not having told her sooner. “I’m sorry,”

She gives me a slight laugh as she shakes her head. “That’s all right. Your boyfriend was quite generous in his payment. You’re all set and ready to head off to your next adventure. Just cut Mr. Hades a bit of slack, he’s given up a lot for you,” she adds before putting the key to my Jeep on the counter and turning on her heel to head into the kitchen.

I wait a few minutes to see if she’s going to come back out. I feel horrible leaving and not giving her a tip, but I have nothing of any value to give her. Reluctantly, I grab my keys and head out to the parking lot.

My Jeep is parked in the same spot it was when I left it nearly a year ago. Walking toward it, I notice some movement in the front seat. For a moment, I think it might be Hades, and I can’t help the feeling of anticipation as I sprint to the vehicle. But then a furry gray head pops up, and I can’t help the squeal that escapes me at seeing Argos.

“Argos!” I yell as I open the door. He jumps out, raises, and puts his big paws on my shoulders. “Oh, buddy, I’m so happy to see you,” I tell him as I scratch his head. “I’m sorry you have to be in this form. I promise you can change when we find a place to live,” I reassure him, and he gives me a huff before licking my face. “Oh, of course, I love you as a Hellhound,” I reassure him, understanding his grunt and huffing perfectly.

Rounding my truck, I open the driver’s side door and go to get in but notice a large manilla envelope on the driver’s seat. Grabbing it, I hop in and open it.

Tipping the envelope, a set of keys, a phone, a bank card, and a note fall into my lap.

Aradia,

These are the keys to your apartment in Boston, the one you were on your way to. I couldn’t save your job, but I was able to get you an interview with JDL International if you want it. You’ll have to contact Kap when you arrive in Boston. She’ll give you all the information. Her direct number is on your phone.

Argos insisted on going with you.

Kat’s number, as well as Alastor’s are also programmed in. Kat said you should look up Kennedy when you get to Boston. The bank card is yours.

Be well. All my love,

H

I can’t help the tear that slides down my cheek at the finality of his note. But Moirea was right, I need to find myself before I can do anything else. And the only way I can do that is by living my life and figuring it out one day at a time.

ARADIA

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