In Her Eyes
Samantha Lopez had fallen hard for Michael Maxwell. A psychic for most of her twenty-eight years, she was as intrigued by the fact that he was one of the few people she could not read, as she was with his good looks and his charming personality. His whirlwind courtship made her feel beautiful, special and loved. In her eyes he was perfect.
However, just weeks after their idyllic honeymoon, Sam was noticing subtle differences in the man she had married. Shortly after he moved her into his glass and chrome house, one that was stark and lifeless and lacking any color or warmth, it was as if the funny, loving and considerate husband she thought she knew was slowly being replaced with a man who suited the house perfectly – cold, aloof, distant. Who was this strange man?
After meeting Winifred, Michael’s mother, whose home and personality were equally as devoid of warmth as her son’s, Sam began to suspect that if she had seen Michael in his house, if she had met his mother before they married rather than after, she might have questioned the wisdom of eloping with him. It became obvious that there was no love lost between mother and son, particularly after witnessing her husband’s instant temper when his mother’s name was mentioned – temper that he had kept hidden from her before they wed.
As she tried to tell herself that there was an adjustment period to every marriage, Michael’s bursts of temper and Winifred’s calculated attempts to break them up weighed heavily on her. She found herself increasingly wary of her husband’s moods and his inexplicable behavior. Had she made a mistake? What would her beloved grandmother, now deceased, have advised her? She thought she had the answer to that question on the day her grandmother’s voice told her to leave Los Angeles immediately.
Heeding the warning, Sam left Michael, telling him she was confused by his behavior and needed time away to think about her options. Then, while visiting her uncle in Tucson, she had a dream in which her best friend’s Navajo grandmother, long deceased, told her to go to the San Francisco Peaks near Flagstaff. She was told she would find answers to the questions in her heart when she found inner peace and harmony. A firm believer in the importance of dreams, Sam began the journey with her heart filled with hope.
Would Sam find the answers she was seeking? Would she leave Michael or would she return to him to try to make her marriage work? Her grandmother had cautioned her long ago to believe what she felt in her heart, to ignore what she saw only with her eyes. Was that the problem? Was Michael’s appeal only found in her eyes?
However, just weeks after their idyllic honeymoon, Sam was noticing subtle differences in the man she had married. Shortly after he moved her into his glass and chrome house, one that was stark and lifeless and lacking any color or warmth, it was as if the funny, loving and considerate husband she thought she knew was slowly being replaced with a man who suited the house perfectly – cold, aloof, distant. Who was this strange man?
After meeting Winifred, Michael’s mother, whose home and personality were equally as devoid of warmth as her son’s, Sam began to suspect that if she had seen Michael in his house, if she had met his mother before they married rather than after, she might have questioned the wisdom of eloping with him. It became obvious that there was no love lost between mother and son, particularly after witnessing her husband’s instant temper when his mother’s name was mentioned – temper that he had kept hidden from her before they wed.
As she tried to tell herself that there was an adjustment period to every marriage, Michael’s bursts of temper and Winifred’s calculated attempts to break them up weighed heavily on her. She found herself increasingly wary of her husband’s moods and his inexplicable behavior. Had she made a mistake? What would her beloved grandmother, now deceased, have advised her? She thought she had the answer to that question on the day her grandmother’s voice told her to leave Los Angeles immediately.
Heeding the warning, Sam left Michael, telling him she was confused by his behavior and needed time away to think about her options. Then, while visiting her uncle in Tucson, she had a dream in which her best friend’s Navajo grandmother, long deceased, told her to go to the San Francisco Peaks near Flagstaff. She was told she would find answers to the questions in her heart when she found inner peace and harmony. A firm believer in the importance of dreams, Sam began the journey with her heart filled with hope.
Would Sam find the answers she was seeking? Would she leave Michael or would she return to him to try to make her marriage work? Her grandmother had cautioned her long ago to believe what she felt in her heart, to ignore what she saw only with her eyes. Was that the problem? Was Michael’s appeal only found in her eyes?
