Renee
We all descended en masse on Olivia’s poor, hapless body. There were so many chairs pulled up around her bed it felt like a Thanksgiving dinner, and Olivia was the turkey trussed up in the center of the table. My dad had a permanent place near her head on the left, and Josiah had the sleeping recliner on the right, and the rest of us, Avalon, Wilson, and Bentley crowded into the remaining space. We all had to clear out every time one of the nurses came in to take her vitals.
Now everyone was in on the secret. Everyone except my poor father, who was blissfully unaware that his daughter’s spirit was sitting next to him in Avalon’s body while hers was wasting away in front of him. Bently and Josiah wore twin expressions of pure flabbergastery, but Josiah seemed to have absorbed
