His thoughts turned inward and his eyes lost focus.
“I’m dead,” he said.
“Yes.”
“But I’m not…” He met my eye with a pleading look.
“You’re not moving on.”
A puddle of tears flooded his eyes and one drop rolled down his cheek. As if releasing a plug, Corbin’s entire face crumbled around that one tear, and his sorrow overtook him. I felt his pain. It burned in my chest and singed the back of my eyes until my own tears fell.
And then I felt the call, and it was time to go. I took his hand.