A Brief Moment in TIme

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All characters, events, and locations portrayed in this book are fictitious. Any similarity to real persons, places, or events is coincidental and not intended by the author.

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Cover design and layout by: Serenity Design Concepts

Original artwork/photographs: Billy Frank Alexander (Background: Grunge 5), Cécile Geng (Portrait: woman’s face), Gavin Spencer (Beach Romance), Shyle Zacharias (clock), Lynn Cummings (lock and chain), and Ruth Livingstone (Image for chapter headings: keys)

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Dedication

To my favorite teachers: Abraham-Hicks, for offering life-changing truths to those ready to hear. Robert Scheinfeld, who embarked on a treasure hunt at a young age, collected the pieces of the puzzle called life, and continues to present them to us in a way that no one has before. Richard Bach, an author who was not afraid to tell stories that are still impacting lives. Wayne Dyer, Ernest Holmes, Louise Hay, and so many others...Thank you for inspiring me!

To my family and friends: your love and encouragement allow me to be all that I can be. Thank you for enriching my life!

Jeane Watier

…never mind reality. Reality is just a brief moment in time that you keep repeating.

Prologue

SHE’D FOUND Gavin just as Kathryn had wanted her to. Now, as Adele listened to him speak, she could feel the depth of emotion he had for her friend. A powerful bond connected the two of them; that was obvious. Still, Adele found it hard to believe. Kathryn and Gavin were strangers; they’d never met—at least not in a way her mind could readily comprehend.

But whether she understood it or not, she couldn’t disregard the facts. Kathryn was calling to Gavin McDermott from another realm, wanting, possibly even needing his help and leaving clues so that Adele could assist her in her quest.

Other realms, parallel realities, paranormal activity—those were topics Adele knew little about, but she’d consulted a friend from college who specialized in such things. He assured her that other realms existed and that comas, hallucinations, sleep, even daydreaming, drew people into those realms temporarily, although much of it remained in the subconscious. He explained that the shift in focus could be powerful enough to impress itself in a person’s conscious memory, as in Gavin’s experience. And in Kathryn’s case, he believed that what she was experiencing was so “real” it had the power to hold her in the other realm. Furthermore, he’d confirmed Adele’s belief that a visit from Gavin could be the impetus needed to draw Kathryn from the comatose state she was in.

Part 1

~
Gavin
~

There is a fine line between dreams and reality; it’s up to you to draw it.

Chapter 1

“IT’S A SYSTEM, Kid. You learn the system and you’ll do just fine.” Gavin remembered the words as if they’d been spoken yesterday. In reality, it was seventeen years ago.

As he watched the new inmate, Gavin felt sorry for him. The boy had to be eighteen, although he didn’t look it. He’d no doubt have it hard for the first while, but he’d get used to it; he really didn’t have a choice. He had some sense to him, however, staring straight ahead, not looking at anyone, his face not portraying the emotions he must be feeling.

He continued that way until nearly across the big yard, then for some reason turned to look at Gavin. The boy was a hundred feet away, but Gavin could see into his eyes and for a moment into his very soul. It was like looking at himself seventeen years earlier: a scared kid, tall but scrawny, feeling that his life was over—or wishing it was—all because of one regrettable night, one very stupid decision.

The brief eye contact and sudden onslaught of memories that accompanied it left Gavin unsettled.
Why did he look at me like that? It almost seemed like he did it on purpose…like he knew me or something.
Gavin was curious now. He wondered what the kid was in for. It had to be serious; Swenton was a maximum-security prison.

Gavin had been the topic of conversation himself, so young and naive all those years ago. The nickname he’d received, Babyface McDermott, reflected that. Anyone who knew him now, however, called him Gavin to his face.

Nearly everybody had nicknames in the joint, and Gavin didn’t really mind his. Somehow he’d gained a tough reputation despite or maybe because of the nickname; he wasn’t sure. At six foot four, two hundred thirty pounds, nobody messed with him anymore.

Anyone who’d been in prison awhile knew how to present himself to a first timer, or fish, as they were called. It was a game they played—forming allies, choosing friends carefully, spreading rumors. Gavin just shook his head at some of those rumors. They were ridiculous at best, but the fish didn’t know that. He’d supposedly killed two fellow convicts. His hands, it was said, were lethal weapons, and a blow to the head in just the right spot would kill a man instantly.

Gavin played their game; it was a game of survival, but he wasn’t that person. In the first year of his prison term, he’d made the decision to take advantage of the programs offered and become all that he could be. He couldn’t change that unfortunate night; he couldn’t go back and undo what he’d done, but he could move forward. He could change himself.

And he
had
changed—inwardly. But on the outside, he played his role. The only time he let his defenses down was at night when alone in his cell. There he would retreat into the world he had created, a world that had kept him sane all those years. In his own private domain he could be the person he wanted to be, the person he was underneath. He could dream and imagine. He could escape.

The dinner bell sounded, jarring Gavin from his uncharacteristic daydream. He looked around quickly to ensure that no one had caught him staring into space. Despite his tough reputation, he still kept himself guarded around the other convicts. The men didn’t take kindly to change, and strange behavior simply wasn’t tolerated.

He saw what had happened to Arthur Talon. Dubbed “Mr. T,” the guy was well respected by most of the men, but things changed. Arthur found religion, which wasn’t that uncommon in the joint, but in his zeal for the Lord, he made some enemies. What started as a mealtime joke turned into a campaign to put a stop to his “holier than thou” behavior. He took it all piously, believing it was his cross to bear, but it became so bad that he was beaten to within an inch of his life, and after that he was transferred out.

The prisoners filed mindlessly to the dining hall. There was a system in place there too, an unwritten code dictating who sat where and with whom. It was dutifully followed day in and day out, nobody thinking to question a system that had been in place from the start.

As Gavin waited in line, he watched the new kid. He was six or seven men ahead of him, and Gavin could observe him without drawing attention to himself. As he filled his tray, he noticed the kid sitting alone. Everybody was avoiding him. It was typical treatment of a first timer.

Then Gavin did something that surprised even himself. He turned to Stubby, in line behind him, and explained, “I’m gonna see what I can find out.” He walked over to the new kid and without a word, sat across the table from him. Gavin was aware that the whole room had turned to watch, but it was too late to change his mind. He would have to deal with the consequences, whatever they might be.

The two ate in silence for a moment, not looking at anything but the food in front of them. Gavin was deciding what to say to the kid, how to question him while still playing the game. He was surprised when the boy was the first to speak.

“I’m Ryan.”

“Gavin.” As he mumbled his reply, he met the boy’s eyes and again saw something familiar. He was quick to dismiss it, but he couldn’t disregard the look on the boy’s face; it didn’t match his circumstances. The kid didn’t seem afraid, and it unnerved Gavin.

“I know who you are.”

A silent alarm went off in Gavin’s head as he heard the calm declaration. Outwardly, he showed no evidence of it; he had trained himself well. Even so, his mind was scrambling.
What did the kid mean by that? Has he heard things about me in the few short days he’s been here, or did he hear about me on the outside?

Those questions brought up an issue Gavin had been grappling with in recent months. With his prison term nearing an end, he’d begun speculating what it would be like when he got out and what others would know and say about him. He’d asked his parents more than once, his sister too, but they were biased. They’d continued to love and support him all those years. His family didn’t see him as a murderer or even a criminal for that matter, but that didn’t change the facts, and it didn’t determine how others would see him.

He let the comment go by without as much as a raised eyebrow. He had to play the kid. He had to stay in control of the conversation and defend his reputation. That, he knew for sure.

Ryan didn’t seem intimidated by him. He was very composed for someone so young and, Gavin could only assume, out of his element.

“You’re Gavin McDermott. I know who you are,” he repeated. “I’m from Redding.”

Redding was just twenty miles from Gavin’s home. It was also where he’d gone to high school and where he’d been on that ill-fated night. Now the kid had the upper hand, and Gavin had to ask, “What’s your last name?”

“Terley.”

Gavin’s blood went cold. He knew the name all too well. More questions begged to be asked, but Gavin managed to keep his composure. He wanted to know who the kid’s parents were, what crime he’d committed to get himself incarcerated at Swenton, and most of all, what he knew about him.

At one time, Redding had been a thriving town with a population of about ten thousand. A lumber mill employed many of the town’s residents, but when the mill shut down, hard times followed and crime increased. Gangs were common in Gavin’s school, and it was a run-in with a gang that changed his life forever.

And the name, Terley—it was the same last name as the kid Gavin had been charged with killing. He wondered if Ryan was related and how much he knew of the details of that night.

“So, what did you do to get in here?” Gavin asked as dispassionately as he could.