She walks down the alley to their old apartment, her sneakers leaving imprints in the scattered trash.
A smear of rust marks her palm when she reaches for the fire escape ladder, and she eyes it with concern. The cops padlocked the front doors, though, so there’s no help for it. Taking a deep breath, she climbs.
Thank God they were too poor for a penthouse. Her crowbar pries open the fourth floor window and she slips inside, the window sliding shut behind her.
He’s nearly transparent now, but greets her with a smile.
“I missed you.”
He nods.
“Can’t you please come with me?” She wishes she could touch him.
The wind sighs his answer.
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