Sometimes I wonder if my boss’s presence lingers somehow, tied to the tools he used every day—the calendar, the email account. Or maybe the nanny has a gift we don’t understand.
Whatever it is, I can’t shake the feeling that something from that early morning has stayed with us, quietly watching, quietly reminding us of a life that ended too soon.
The Bottom Line
I still don’t have answers. Was it a glitch? A hacked account? Or something far stranger? I’ll never know for sure.
But every time I open that email, or see my son smile at empty corners, I get chills. That 7 a.m. call that never happened, combined with the mysterious 9:12 a.m. email, continues to haunt me in ways I cannot explain.
Some things, it seems, are beyond logic.
