Imogen could hardly sleep that night for remembering the message she thought she’d seen. You were a great teacher. It had the ring of Jonny about it. She knew she couldn’t really have seen it. She was still shaken by the argument she’d had with her mum the day before about the dating website, and then the job opportunity had come up and thrown her even more. That was all it was. With everything that had been going on she could hardly blame herself for imagining things.
She finally began to drift off around two a.m. As her thoughts became less and less lucid, she thought she could hear a voice; a quiet, gentle voice that lulled her into sleep. It was saying, Istillloveyougenniestillloveyougenniestillloveyougennie.