As you can see, this is the last chapter to this story. I started a B&B story, but haven't been motivated to work on it, so you may see more from me soon, but will have to wait and see.

At any rate, I hope that you will enjoy this story, and as always, I appreciate the feedback and reviews you have been leaving for me.

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Epilogue

It was three days later when Andy, Travis and Missy walked into the large building, where Andy worked. As they came inside, a flock of reporters ran over to them. "Miss Parks, where did you go?" Was the first question that emerged from them and for the first time since she had moved in with her brother; Missy find the courage to turn around, smile, and face them, as well as their questions.

"I went away and collected my thoughts," she said softly.

"When's your next book coming out?" Another reporter asked.

"I spoke with the publisher two days ago and they have been asking me to do a book of inspirational poetry, and that will be coming out early next year," she said.

"You didn't tell me that," Travis said looking at his sister.

"You were at work," Missy said and laughed. "You should hear him, he's a disc jockey at KLOM."

"Miss Parks, what is your book going to be called?"

"I haven't decided yet, but will probably call it 'Angelic Whispers'. I realized a few days ago how much my mother liked stories and stuff about angels, so I figured that this would be the best idea for a new project as well as a way to honor her. While I was away, I did an entire notebook of poetry for it, so we'll have to see how it goes."

"How do you feel about the fact that two reporters may stand trial for stalking you?" One of the other reporters asked.

"I feel sorry for them, actually," she began. "If people were friendly when they came over to me and were actually interested in what I had to say as opposed to getting the most scandalous story they can find, then they might have gotten something worth printing," she shrugged her shoulders but smiled somewhat impishly.

"What would you like the people of New York to know about you?" A final reporter asked.

"That I'm just like you, I have moments when I am happy, or when I'm sad, but also when I need my space to grieve and cope. That was why I left, it wasn't because of scandal or anything that had been printed, but because I needed to find peace."

"Did you?"

"I think it's safe to say that we all did," she smiled and once she smiled weakly at them, she went with Travis and Andy inside the building.

Once they made their way upstairs, the doors opened and they went down the hall in the direction of Bernard's office. As they reached the door, Travis knocked and the door opened and they went inside.

Bernard Franklin was smiling when his eyes met those of Missy and when he saw that she was there with Travis, he nodded, all the while, knowing that he could finally fulfill the promise he had made once upon a time to Judith Parks..

"Hi," Missy said softly as she looked up and in the gray eyes of the editor.

"Missy, my son told me that you know the truth now, but I wanted to see you and see if you're doing OK, and finally fulfill my promise that I made to your mother."

"I can't believe you knew her," the young girl said softly as she went over and sat down on the plush sofa next to the man. As she did, he pulled out a photo album and opened it.

"Maybe you both should see this," Bernard said softly and Travis, too, came over to where his sister and the editor were now seated. As they spent the afternoon looking at pictures, none of them noticed that Andy had slipped out of the room and had gone to see Jacob and Vincent. Now was the time to tell the truth, and though he was scared, he felt calm as he stepped into the elevator.

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"I can't believe you lied to us," Jacob's voice was filled with frustration as Andy sat in his chamber nearly an hour later.

"I know I made a mistake Father, but I was only six," Andy said as Monica appeared in the chamber and was watching this scene take place in angelic form. None of the humans could see her, but she watched as Andy stood his ground, and nodded as he managed to face the truth. "I thought something in my life was lacking, the love that you and Vincent always gave me, and I know that what I did was wrong, not just to you, but also to Bernard Franklin, my dad. He forgave me, so all I ask is, can you?"

Jacob nodded as he looked at Andy. "I can, and I know that this was hard for you, but tell me why you decided to tell us the truth now?"

"Missy, she inspired me to tell you what had happened, and why. She has always shown so much courage and strength, and I admired that in her. Today, we were in front of the building for the literary journal, and she faced the reporters with more strength and charisma than anyone I had seen in years. She maintained the idea that everything would be fine, and that the truth would come out and how people responded to that was purely up to them."

Jacob rubbed his chin as Vincent stood up and stretched. He had heard much of what Andy had said, but had not responded, instead he nodded as though he completely understood what Andy had said.

"I'm sorry I lied, it wasn't because I wanted to, it was because I was scared that you would see me as being as inadequate as I saw myself. I carried this around for years, not knowing what I would say or do if you found out what had really happened. This is really a hard pill to swallow. Then I kept hearing this voice in my head and it said 'the truth will set you free'. It was like a whisper from an angel, and she was telling me that no matter what happened in the past or future, the truth would always exist and it would be my choice as to how I cope with it."

Jacob nodded and smiled. "I think you are right, Andy."

"Then you're still my family?" Andy asked.

Vincent nodded. "Yes, we are your family."

As the tears streamed from beneath Andy Hudson's eyes, he glanced skyward, but then after a few moments, stood up. "Father, I'll see you when I get some time off for vacation. It's been a long time since we played a game of chess."

Jacob's eyes brightened, "I welcome a worthy adversary."

"One who is not as practiced in the game as Vincent, you mean," Andy said and smiled as he left the chamber.

Vincent smiled. "I think Andy knows you very well, Father."

Jacob nodded, there was much truth in the words of his son.

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Outside, Andy made his way through the tunnels until he reached the entrance that led out into Central Park. As he came out, he smiled as the bright sunshine encompassed him. When he looked up, he could see that Monica was now walking towards him, her eyes bright as she regarded him.

"Monica, what are you doing out here?" He asked as he approached her, and when he reached her, he smiled.

"I wanted to tell you something, Andy," Monica said softly. "The truth did set you free, did it not?"

"It was you, wasn't it?" He asked softly as he regarded her. "The voices I kept hearing in my mind were actually coming from you."

Monica nodded. "God's voice is going to be heard regardless of what you do, Andy. Through your finding the truth, you helped to bring two families together, and you found a place above where you belonged."

"You know about…" his voice trailed and she nodded.

"I'm an angel, Andy, and yes, I know about the tunnels, about Jacob Wells, and Vincent. God didn't send me here to ruin the loving relationship you share with them, He sent me here because a lie, no matter how small, was standing the way of you sharing a relationship with these two wonderful people."

"He knows about them, He knows that Vincent…"

"God does not judge a man based on how he looks, Andy, He sees the beauty in all of His creations. You, Jacob, and Vincent are all three creations of the Father. In His eyes, you are precious and beautiful."

"He's not mad at me?"

Monica shook her head and rested a gentle hand on Andy's shoulder. "God is not angry when one of His children takes a wrong turn, or ends of losing their way, He calls out to you in every possible way saying 'here I Am. I Am the strength when you are weak, I Am the light when there is darkness, I Am peace when there is chaos, and I Am forgiveness when there is blame.' It is but your choice as to how you accept that. His voice will awaken you, His love will rejuvenate you. His mercy will lift you higher than you ever imagine ever being taken. It is His gift to you, and all He asks is that you accept it."

Andy nodded and looked at her. "Thank you, Monica."

"Don't thank me, thank the one who sent me," she smiled and within seconds, she was gone and Andy stood staring out at the vastness of the park.

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That same evening, Missy was sitting in the apartment and was writing in the notebook she kept her poetry in. As she did, a poem fell from the book and landed on the floor.

Leaning over, she retrieved the paper and looked down at the writing as fresh tears streamed from beneath her eyes and she read the poem aloud.

I remember you once upon a time
It was a story set in motion in the recesses of my heart
I had seen you standing next to me, no words had been spoken
But as the love emanated from you, it filled my spirit with hope.

It was as though it blanketed me like light from a distant star
You were that dream awakening the depth of my heart
A memory that I would never forget, a friend I will always love
Above all else, you were my angel who reminded me of God.

Whenever I am sad or feeling less than beautiful
I remember how you held me, and spoke comfort to my soul
Your kind eyes sparkled whenever you smiled
A beautiful soft manner, which spoke volumes without saying a word

But alas this is something others may not have understood
Yet, if they were to meet you, they would surely understand
Just how inspiring and compassionate you are
A friend, an angel, an expression of God's greatness.

"That's beautiful, Missy," Andrew's voice emerged and she turned around to see him standing in the living room. Next to him, Tess and Monica stood and she smiled when she saw the two other angels standing with her dear friend.

"You're here," she whispered, as the tears streamed from beneath her eyes and she stood up.

"My friends and I are moving on now, Missy, and we came to say good-bye," Andrew said smiling gently.

"I know that it's wrong of me to wish that you could stay, but I do," she said softly.

"We know you do, baby, but now you have what you need, and God needs for us to move on," Tess said softly as she came over and rested her hand on the shoulder of the young girl. "Monica, Andrew, and I were sent here to help you, and through two young men, we were able to do so. Today, you have found your place in the world, Melissa."

She nodded as she acknowledged the truth in the words. She looked at Monica and Tess. "Thank you for helping all of us."

Monica smiled. "Thank you for making our work a wee bit easier."

"I don't understand," Missy said softly.

"Andrew will explain, come on Miss Wings, it's time to go. We'll be in the car, Angel Boy," Tess said as she and Monica left the apartment and went outside.

Once they were gone, Missy looked at him as she took the poem out of the notebook and extended it to him.

"You want to give this to me?" He asked softly.

"Yes, maybe one day you can show it to my mom," Missy said sadly.

"Missy, I know that saying good-bye is not easy, but one day, when you least expect it, you will see us again. It will happen because I made a promise to you some time ago and want to come back to see you so that I can tell you about it." Andrew reached out and took her hands in his and squeezed them gently. "I want you to know that I believe that you are a very brave and courageous child. I have learned a great deal from you."

"How can an angel learn anything from me?" She asked weakly as she felt the tears streaming from beneath her eyes.

Andrew looked at her and smiled. "You showed yourself as friend, you entertained an angel unaware, but you did more than just entertain, you gave of yourself without knowing, and regardless of where your poetry takes you, you will always be Missy. You won't forget, you will never forget what brought you to this point. But, what you did for me, was you allowed yourself to look beyond appearances and see what is inside."

Missy shrugged her shoulders. "I was an outcast once, I didn't have any friends, I was called a 'sissy' and treated like I was nothing. I can't do to others what was done to me…" her voice trailed off.

"You listened to the whispers of the Father in your spirit, and Missy, He knows you heeded His words, and no matter what happens, don't ever forget that God loves you, He cares for you even when other people stop caring."

Missy nodded without saying anything for some moments, she went over to him and wrapped her arms around him in a back breaking embrace. "I'll remember, Andrew." She eventually said, the word stuck in her throat, but she finally managed to get it out.

Andrew smiled as he ruffled her hair. "I have to go."

"I hate good-byes," Missy whispered.

"Then just say, 'see you later'," he smiled as he tucked the poem away that she had given to him and walked towards the door. "Incidentally, I think your new book has a wonderful title."

"You knew about that?" She asked softly.

Andrew smiled and winked at her. "You'd be surprised at how much I know."

Missy smiled and laughed softly as he walked outside and closed the door. As soon as he was gone, she glanced over and could see that a white dove was standing in the windowsill of her and Travis' living room. When it finally flew away, she nodded, everything was going to be OK, because she had finally come home.

Fin