Chapter 1.
Stephenie Meyer owns all rights to Twilight and the characters. Please consider this a blanket admission that I am using her characters without her permission and that it covers all future chapters.
10AM Tuesday Night
The glass slips out of my hand of its own volition. I blink, trying hard to make the synapses in my brain agree with what I have just seen.
I look next door again and from my deck I can see clearly into my neighbours' pool area. I am sure that I saw him standing there just a second ago. I take a step forward and stand on the shattered glass with my bare feet. I feel the breeze quicken suddenly around me, and in an instant it is gone. But it leaves me with the familiar scent of him.
Which would be okay, except he has been dead for four years.