John could just sit in shock. The man in the coat could not be here. He could not be standing in the very flat they had built together. Why, you might ask? Because he was dead. John did not want the impossible man to open his mouth and suddenly make his presence very real. He didn’t know if he could handle that. But it was an inevitability. “John,” he said, his voice like crushed blue velvet, “I’m home.” And the sun broke through the clouds.
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