Evie must have finalized my wardrobe decision and was hanging it in the closet for me.

“Evie?”  I called.  No reply as the water pounded my skin.  “Evie, is that you?”  I repeated then paused for an answer.  Nothing.  My adrenaline spiked.  “Hello?”  I muttered one last time.  Panicked, I quickly shut the water off and grabbed my towel, holding it tightly around me.  I stepped warily from the shower and ran for the closet, hoping Evie just hadn’t heard me.  I felt a twinge of fear, like a child running for the light switch in the dark.  She wasn’t there, and there were no clothes waiting for me.  I rushed towards the bathroom door to empty out the steam.

That’s when I saw and felt it.  A gust of mist moved right in front me, stopping me cold.  Suddenly, everything went still.  Too still.  The thick swirls stopped in front of me.  Now, there was no way to steady my breathing or rampant pulse.  Then it came, just as it had nearly every night since the accident.  I knew wasn’t alone.  Startled, I stumbled up against the sink, leaning back over it.  The presence was close, like I could reach out and touch it, but I dare not.  I felt exposed, like prey anticipating the attack.

I whispered, shocking myself as the shaky words slipped past my lips.  “I can’t see you, but I know you’re there.”  It was a long shot, but I grasped at anything whether it made sense or not.  The fog in front of me pulled away like the drawing in of a breath, and then released.  Sweet, agonizing warmth.

“You,” I whispered.

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