Three years after I died, my husband finally started going on blind dates.

It was three years after my death.

Julian finally started looking for new love.

But every single time, he'd bring Lily along, and he'd constantly bring up mundane kid stuff, like baby food recipes and diaper brands.

It infuriated his dates, who'd storm out in a huff, and every attempt ended in spectacular failure.

I was so annoyed, I wanted to cause some mischief, just to spook him a little.

But then Lily just pointed at me, blinking.

"Daddy, there's…"

Before she could finish, Julian peeled a shrimp, popped it into her mouth, and didn't even glance my way.

"There's nothing there."

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