"I know you loved that coat," she said. "The coat is in my hall closet. Jim didn't ask about it and I didn't offer it. I should have, at least for your nephew to have when he was older."
"I'm still not sure I'm not in another dream. Five years, Hal. I was finally referring to you in the past tense, in the he's no longer with us way." The touch of his hand was icy cold. She held it to force warmth into him and make him, and this situation, seem less like the walking dead and more of a miracle. "I just need a minute to wrap my brain around this."
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