He looked for her. All the time. A thousand times a day.
When he was awake and when he was dreaming. For Caleb, it became hard to tell which was which.
Walking home from school, she would walk by him, airily chatting with another mom on the sidewalk across the street. Over and over again he would recognize her voice, or her smell, or her clothes, or her brown hair. But when he crossed the street, when he looked up, when he turned his head, it wasn't her.
And at night. Now every night, he would dream. He would be running in a field, or at school, or on the backyard deck. But in his dreams, always, he was alone.
She was just gone.