Carolyn's stomach gave a heavy lurch when his hand closed around her arm and her weight leaned into it, pulling on his grip without really struggling. She didn't look up at him when she spoke.

"Yes. Years after I died. You want to hear me say it?" She couldn't process this. She had know way to really comprehend what it was that had happened. She couldn't even remember it, and here he was, making her talk about it, say it out loud.

Typical.