“I just miss her so much. I … I could die.” The tall skinny lad with sticking-up hair sits on the edge of a hospital bed in a therapy room at the Heavenly Healing Spa. His bare feet stretch out in front of him. Tears drip down his cheeks. “You know what I mean,” he mutters, glancing between Angel Lionel and his Uncle Peter who stand nearby. “I do realize the irony. I have already died.”
His uncle resembles him in every feature, even the strangely unmanageable hair. “Jason,” he begins. “We know how much you want to be with Bessie, but it wasn’t her time.”
Jason wipes away his tears with his hand. “I don’t wish her dead, you know that.”
“You just don’t want to be separated from her; we understand.” Angel Lionel’s athletic body is evident under his hospital scrubs. “I’m sure Bessie misses
