He kept thinking he might be seeing things, when the brain is in heavy grief it does crazy things. But everytime he looks at the woman then at the photo, he couldn't deny it.
His dead wife was sitting right across from him.
"I am Zena! A spirit of the-"
Jerry and the woman paused.
What they anticipated was to be a godly being bathed in light, seemingly incomprehensible to the human mind, was but a little sprite with wings and the silhouette of a human.