"Who are you pointing to?" Francis asked. "There's nobody there."
Richard shook his head. "I swear, I saw--"
"It's not funny, Dad," Francis insisted.
The woman was still there, and her name was on the tip of his tongue. Why wasn't her face clear? Why couldn't Richard remember her?
"Mama's dead," Sylvie said. "She died in the accident. Aunt Gracie's been taking care of us, but she left to get us pizza before you woke up."
"It can't be," Richard whispered. The love of his life was gone. He would never truly see her again, and yet, he wanted nothing more than to be rid of the specter that wore her face.