Twenty-TwoJake walked through the leafy forest, a gentle breeze ruffling the leaves above his head. Shafts of sunlight lit the forest floor in sporadic fashion. He knew the place well. He'd spent his whole life there, running, playing, hiding, and loving amongst the hills that surrounded him. He walked with a care-free loping stride, his wavy dark hair bouncing as he strode through the trees. Ahead, a woman and girl stood, hands intertwined.
“Hello, Jake,” Katie said.
“Hello, Daddy,” Megan said.
Jake looked at his wife and daughter, his face breaking into a serene smile. “Hello. Am I dreaming?”
“Yes, you are, love. We just wanted to say hello, and then goodbye.”
“Jake's face dropped slightly. “Goodbye?”
“Yes, Daddy. You need to wake up.” His daughter's voice was lyrical and clear.
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