Are you there? Can you hear me?
They’d been here together, that day, just before the end. She’d been happy, she’d twirled with face upturned to the sun and sky, and then lowered her chin to smile at him mischievously.
Can you answer? Can you speak? Wave if you can. Hold up your hand so I know you can hear me.
The tiny jade statuette was cold in his hands, where it had been warm.
I’ll try again. I’ll find something more powerful, I’ll go find someone who knows how to fix it. I’ll keep trying. This has to work.