Chapter 8

He turned around and smiled at me.

The wind from outside stirred the sheer curtains, and sunlight filtered through my body, illuminating him.

"Thank you," I said softly.

He shook his head. "I had a gravestone made for you, in the old garden. Do you want to see it?"

"Of course!" I agreed immediately, a strange excitement bubbling up inside me. After all, how many people get the chance to see their own tombstone?

But a thought crossed my mind. "Why did you place my grave in the old garden? Isn't that your family's place?"

"You once told me you loved the sunflowers that bloom there," he replied.

I had said that—though even I had almost forgotten.

I looked at him curiously. "How is it that you can see me?"

Vincent pulled out a broken pendant from his pocket. "When the pendant shattered, I guessed something had happened to you. When I saw your body... I almost couldn't hold onto my scalpel."

So, it was the pendant that allowed him to see me.

I wanted to think more about