As we entered the living room, I held out my hand to Devon and he slipped his fingers between mine. He gasped as he saw what I saw: a picture-perfect family moment of Dani and Maya playing on the floor with several of Dani’s stuffed animals, and David crouched near them, watching them with a wistful smile. At least, it would have been picture-perfect if one of them wasn’t dead. My heart twisted at the idea of David being forced to move on.
“David…” Devon whispered. Maya, looked up, puzzled. Devon shifted his focus to his sister-in-law. “Maya, come here for a minute.”
She pushed herself off the floor and approached us, her brow furrowed.
“What’s going on?”
“Do you want to see David?” I asked. She stared at me for a long moment.
“I don’t understand.”
“I can see him, Maya.” Devon laughe
