Dru patted the side of Scott’s neck while Scott’s lips continued to form words his tongue couldn’t quite spit out. “She can’t hear you, Scott. Or see you. I thought you said you know how this works?”
“It’s just…” Scott swallowed. “Look at her. She looks so…healthy. I mean…I’d almost forgotten what she looked like when she wasn’t sick. Stupid, I know.” Scott gave a sharp, harsh laugh. “I know she was well a lot longer than she was sick, but I…I don’t see this face when I remember her.”
“Sometimes the ugly things stick with us harder than the good.”
Little Scott groaned as his mother caught both his cheeks between her palms and held him still to place a wet smack of a kiss on his forehead. “Promise?”
“Urgh!” Little Scott pulled back. “I promise! Check my pockets if you want! I just want
