“Beth.”
I jerked awake at the soft sound of his voice. Although I hadn’t actually heard it in 15 years, it was unmistakable. I lay there still for a minute, wondering if I had heard it in my dreams. I looked at the clock, blinking to focus. It was 2:09 AM on March 10th. Nicky had died at this time exactly 15 years before. The realty of this hit me hard once again. I had to breath slowly around the pain in my chest.
I love you, Nicky, I thought.
“I love you back,” Nicky answered.
I was surprised by the sound of his voice, but not frightened. It was not coming from inside my head, like a memory. It was like he was sitting on the left side of my bed. I turned to the sound instinctively.
“Nicky?” I said aloud.
