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Finally, she spoke: “How can you contemplate this? What evilness has overcome the man I love? Lance, should you take this route, we will never see you again here, on the other side. This is a wondrous place for the virtuous, not evildoers. You told me your love for us was stronger than anything on earth and yet now it has been vanquished by this thing you call Ravenge. How, why did you let this happen to you, to us?”
Though I’d considered these thoughts before, hearing her speak them hit home. I felt torn between yearning to spend eternity with my loved ones and an unyielding desire to seek justice. Perhaps the law was my calling after all.
Familiar now with this routine, I knew it was pointless to speak any words. These visits were not intended for two-way communication. She spoke, and I had no choice but to listen. This wasn’t a courtroom, and I was not permitted cross examination or even to admit testimony. As I watched her slowly dissolve into the atmosphere, I examined the figure for details as would any good witness to a crime. Trying to find some clue that would make this presence less believable, my eyes perused the entire surface of the image. Every single detail, down to the wedding ring she still wore, the small brown mole under the right side of her jaw, and the earrings I’d gifted her on our wedding day, appeared with accuracy and precision. There were no reasons not to believe she was there, until she wasn’t.
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The Houseguest by Linda Ellis www.LindaEllis.life