Monica
“Oh, Bill, your temper has always been on the short side,” a voice chimed in from behind. Bill’s movements came to an abrupt halt; the familiarity of that voice resonated deeply. “Monica?” he uttered, turning to face her. Stunned, he stammered, “What… What are you doing here? Weren’t you… You were…” “Dead?” she interjected. “To you, I certainly was, wasn’t I?” The room buzzed with an unexpected presence, and Bill grappled with a reality he had considered buried, unveiling a twist that added a profound layer to the intricate tapestry of the unfolding narrative.