Three-year-old Luna pointed at the empty corner of her bedroom and giggled.
"The nice lady is dancing, Mama!"
Emma felt her heart stop. She looked where Luna was pointing but saw nothing except shadows.
"What nice lady, sweetheart?"
"The one with the pretty dress. She says her name is Rose and she used to live in our house a long time ago."
Emma's hands began to shake. She knelt down next to Luna's bed, trying to keep her voice calm.
"Luna, there's nobody there."
"Yes there is! She's waving at you now. She says you have very sad eyes."
Emma looked around the room frantically. "Kael!" she called out.
Kael rushed in, still holding his coffee mug. "What's wrong?"
"Luna says she can see someone in the corner. Someone named Rose."
Kael's face went pale. He set down his coffee and knelt beside Emma.
"Luna, honey, can you tell us what Rose looks like?"
