Caden felt as tough an unfathomable weight had just been lifted off his shoulders, pried from the innermost depths of his heart… and it had taken talking to a mirage of the person his grief revolved around.
He didn't know what to think of the spectre before him. 'Was she real or was she not?' He could not say. But one thing he was certain about was that it wasn't have been a figment of his imagination.
Ashley was standing—floating in front of him. His eyes were not playing tricks. The ghost had memories that only she could have had, sounded and spoke just like her.
Ashley had died. There was no amount of divine energy in the world that could change that. But because of this same fact, he'd lost himself to grief. Caden wasn't the same person he always wanted to be…