There was no sound heard in the quiet sitting room.
Niel stared at his dead wife who was standing right in front of him.
It had to be a dream. He had to be in some kind of virtual reality.
"What is going on? Alice, why does that woman look like your dead mother?"
"Niel, it's me."
"It can't be. I saw you. You died. There's no way you're alive."
"Dad—"
"Is this some sort of joke? Did Victoria put you up to this, Alice?" he shouted angrily.
"It isn't enough that she had me fooled for more than twenty years, now she tries to fool me with this?" he said, pointing at Caroline.
"How much did they pay you? How much did you do the special effects for? I'll give you the amount they paid you. Leave this place right now."
"Dad, this is not a joke and it's not from Victoria either."
"What?" he said, his shoulders sagging in defeat.
"Then who is that?"
"It's me, Caroline," she said, moving closer to him.
"Caroline?"
"Yes, it's me. Your wife."
