Chapter94

"How are you??" Heather asked happily. "I'm still alive, my dear. I still am," he then turned to me, "Sorry son, I didn't get your name. You are?" he stretched a hand out. I looked at Heather then back at him. I shook his hand. "Hello, Sheriff Bates. Long time. I'm Sheridan. Sheridan Wesley." His eyes were even wider as he hurriedly let go of my hand. "Excuse me? You said you are?" "Sheridan Wesley. Paul Wesley's son." The old man stepped back, shock in his expression. "Son, are you aware that right now, you are claiming to be someone who went missing a long time ago and is probably dead??" "I'm not claiming anything. I am Sheridan." He looked at Heather. "He's telling the truth," she stated. He stepped back again. "Good lord. How– Y– you went missing in those woods. How did you–" he was speechless and had turned pale. "It's a long story. Please, let's sit down and talk." He looked at me like I was ghost. "You– you're not lying," he suddenly said, as if realising it him