The room was quiet, but Mimi was there, up there, just beyond seeing. She wasn’t talking, but he could sense her, hovering nearby, like an angel. Maybe she was an angel. Maybe he had died without knowing it and this black hole was hell with her only an arm’s length away. So close, if he could only move his arms.
“I know you’re there,” she said, her voice quiet. “I think you can hear me.”
She had found him.
She had found him, but he couldn’t do a thing about it, couldn’t say anything, couldn’t move. She would go and he wouldn’t be able to stop her, or follow, or call after her.
“I want you to come out from there,” she said. “I think you’re hiding, Cramer, and I want to talk to you, okay?”
And this was the hardest thing of all, he thought. Because all he wanted in the whole world was to talk to her and it was beyond him. She was beyond him. And maybe it would be that way forever.