An old cottage. A cold winter's night.
And shadows on the wall reflecting
two bodies in the heat of passion...except that one of them died over a century ago.
At first, Connie thought the disembodied
voice in the room was due to her exhaustion. But when the apparition
insisted she was the reincarnation of his lost love, she had no
choice but to allow herself to become swept up in the moment, the
memories, and the romance.
Warning! Contains an antique tintype and a moment of eternity
before a hearth.