Over the years, I’d seen Yekaterina a total of twelve times, and this was the first time she’d ever spoken a word. “I like her.” She was referring to Autumn. Those three words had shocked me so much that, for the first time in my life, I’d been completely speechless. Not only was I hallucinating my dead wife, but now she was talking to me? A figment of my imagination was talking to me.
