"It's like your whole life you've been falling toward the earth, until the moment someone catches you. And you realize that somehow you've caught her at the same time. And together, instead of falling, you might be able to fly."

The ghost went to the discarded clipping and stared down at the photo, riveted.

"She's a beaut, isn't she?"

"Sure," Alex said automatically, although there was nothing of Zoë's sparkling allure in the photo, only a hint of resemblance.