Claude watched the dawn rise through the figure standing in front of the dining room’s floor-length french windows. The disturbance of windowsills cut odd angles into the perfect form illuminated by the early morning sun.
There stood Claude’s mother, just as they had always known her, yet today the sun shone through her. And if you didn’t know she was dead, you may just think there was still hope.
11-year-old Claude hasn’t spoken since his mother’s sudden death one week ago, and it doesn’t look as though that’s going to change despite her return to mortality. While the family is still struggling with their grief, Claude’s father and sister must call into question everything they thought they knew about death, mortality and the beyond. Mary’s resurrection seems too good to be true, planting doubts in Claude’s mind, is his mother really here, and for how long.