It took Avery a few seconds to get his bearings, but he wasn’t surprised to see Luke’s grave. He smiled, kissed his fingers, and reached out to touch the headstone.
“See you later, babe.”
He moved, his mind focused on the spirit he was there to help—Colin Smith, forty-three years old. A horrific car accident had taken his life, and he’d been lingering for several months. The medium who first spotted him had reported he liked to hang around his home. By all accounts he was just as in love with his wife as the day he married her, twenty years earlier.
Avery knew the feeling.
It didn’t take him long to find Colin. Avery had his destination firmly fixed in his mind. The house was a sweet little bungalow with a saltbox roof and gray siding. The yard was awash in fall color. Mums and salvia
