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If anyone knew souls weren’t attached to their bodies, it was Sadie. She lived that truth nearly every day. While Scene-2-Clean, her trauma clean company, mopped up the physical mess of death, Sadie dealt with the spirits that needed help to move on to the next dimension.
In the back of her mind Sadie thought her firsthand knowledge of spirits and the ethereal dimension should give her comfort at the funeral of a loved one. It didn’t. Tears threatened but she bit them back.
Sadie let out a small, sorrowful sigh, and Zack’s hand found hers. She tensed at first and then relaxed and linked her fingers with his, offering him a grateful smile before turning her gaze to the crowd. Her sister, Dawn, balanced her one-year-old son on her hip and leaned into the embrace of her husband, John. When Dawn’s eyes met Sadie’s, the pain there was so raw Sadie had to look away.
