“But something occurred to me as I was waking up. You know that time when you’re not quite sleeping but not quite awake?” Dominic smiled. “The in-between time, my grandmother called it,” he said, gazing off into his past. “She used to tell me it was the place where everything seen and unseen met up and danced. Present, past, and future, all at once. We who are living, and spirits of the dead. It’s all right there swirling around together in that mystical in-between time.” His face softened, and his eyes began to glisten. “She told me that a few of us, a lucky few, can travel there by choice.
