Chris kisses me goodbye and Kevin squeezes my hand before handing me the bag of leftovers and pointing upstairs withthatlook.
Sir.
I take the first step, then look back. “Love you,” I say to both of them.
“Love you,” Christopher says.
“I know,” Kev softly says at the same time, smiling.
As they walk away, I hear Chris mutter, “I still don’t fucking know how you gether to eat, goddammit. You’re a wizard or something.”
I turn to head upstairs, smiling.
No, I think to myself. He’s not a wizard.
He’s my Prophet.
The End