For a moment, I can see Maddie’s reflection standing beside me. Her head comes up to my chest where once upon a time, I came up to hers – proof of how much time has passed. I watch as her ghostly hand covers mine, cold against my skin and I suppress a gasp and a shiver. Our eyes clash, silver with silver and she gives one solemn nod, and when the elevator whirs, beginning it’s descension, I blink, and I’m alone again. And for the first time in twenty-five years, I allow myself to grieve what could have been.
