Three Years Dead

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It has been three years since I died.

My husband finally thought of me today.

The reason was simple―his childhood sweetheart, Seraphina, had her leukemia return.

She needed another bone marrow transplant.

He tracked down the house where I used to live, intending to force me to sign the donation papers.

However, he found the place completely abandoned.

He ended up asking a neighbor about my whereabouts.

"Are you talking about that girl, Chloe?" the neighbor asked.

"She's been dead for