Whispers From the Other Side
Weeks passed. Benjamin grew stronger. But something about him felt… different.
He often woke in the middle of the night, staring at empty corners of the room, smiling at what seemed like thin air. Sometimes, his heart monitor would spike wildly — even when he was resting peacefully.
One night, at 2:47 a.m., Emily dozed off in the rocking chair beside his crib. The room was dark, quiet.
Then — a whisper.
Faint. Soft.
“Thank you…”
Emily’s eyes shot open. Her heart pounded. Benjamin slept soundly, his tiny hand twitching — as if waving. She told herself it was a dream. But the next morning, Jacob climbed into bed beside her and said something that froze her blood.
“Mom, I dreamt of Ben last night. He said thank you for calling him back.”
“Calling him back?” Emily asked, barely breathing.
Jacob nodded.
“Yeah. He said when I talked to him, he was lost. But when I said I’m his brother, he found the light again. Grandma told him to go back.”
Emily’s eyes filled with tears. Grandma. Her mother — gone for two years.
