Chapter OneNew York City, 1849
They closed the window curtains and waited for the ghost to arrive.
"Are you prepared to see your husband now?"
The widow nodded once, twisting her thin silver wedding band. "I do not know what to say," she whispered, and then smiled just a little. "We were married for eight years, and now I do not know what to say."
Celia Thomason placed her hand on the young widow's wrist. "I understand, Mrs. Jenson. But your husband will be the same man, maintain the same character as he did before his passing. You needn't be shy."
"Don't people get better?" She cleared her throat...