That final night seemed like nothing had happened.Leo showered, and I sat nearby, staring to my favorite flower I had tended to when I was alive. "Judy," he called out suddenly. I stiffened. I had to remind myself that he could not see me. But it was hard after the years of suffering not to flinch from hearing my name.I waited until he didn't call again, then let out a silent sigh of relief. He had forgotten his clothes.In the past, I would bring them to him, but now I just stood outside, sulking. I knew he only called my name out of habit.When someone gets used to another's presence, the absence feels like a loss. The name he said was just a sound, not a real call for me.I went back to staring at my plants. I reached out and touched them and they moved.If Leo came out and saw them shaking, maybe he'd think the house was haunted. Scaring him wouldn't be bad, I thought.But an hour passed, and he still didn't come out. Out of habit, I started to worry. I opened the door, an
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