And just like that, it all turned back on again. Like a switch flipped, and he was Shiloh again. But a moment ago, he'd been dead. Really dead. Dead like you fall on the floor and never come back again. Just like dad.
Aaron lived in a world where people were feelings, sensed long before he could make out the shape of them with his eyes. His father had been happy, distracted, only moments before he died. Then, three rooms away in the garage, Aaron had felt a spike of fear--and then nothing. A gaping, empty, nothing. Because death took everything from you, but it started with your feelings first.
Aaron knocked Shiloh's hands off of him. His face was still white and absolutely frozen in terror, and he stumbled back away from him, whirling around blindly. Still without a coherent word or thought, he picked up his bag, threw the door open, and ran out of the apartment.