Emily poured Theo his Earl Grey tea in a delicate cup. It always struck her as funny, how someone so large and so intensely male could so enjoy the ritual of afternoon tea. But he had always loved everything about it, and because she loved him she had learned to love it too.
As he ate she watched him, storing memories for yet another lonely year.
The clock struck four and their precious hour was gone. But he didn’t waver and disappear.
“You can come with me if you will.”
Emily stepped out of her body and took his hand.