I slumped on the couch after putting Bailey to bed. A few minutes later, I heard her laughing.
She was sitting up, staring at the wall. “You okay, baby?” I asked.
“Mama! Gramma Maya is here to wish me happy birthday.”
“You were dreaming, honey. She can’t be here.”
“She is! Look behind you.”
My heart jumped, but when I turned around, nothing was there.
