He Found Me After I Died

Summary

Five years after our divorce, I saw my ex-husband, Noah Whitmore, beneath a magnolia tree.

He had grown much thinner, but clothes looked more than twice as expensive as they used to be.

"It's been a long time. How have you been?"

[I've been fine, just a little bored. What about you?]

"My company went public. Things have gone fairly smoothly, though I've been a little busy."

[Oh, that's good.]

After a long silence, he let out a sigh.

"Belle, the magnolias in our hometown have bloomed again. Where did you go?"

I looked down at my transparent body and answered his words once more.