“Bradley, Bradley…..Braaaadlyyyyy,” whispered the soft voices around the side yard where a grove of flowering plants separated their  small rental cottage from the neighbors. He had a warm feeling in his chest whenever he heard them which was happening every few days. He was always going out to the bushes to check, and sometimes he saw twinkling lights around the flowers and moving up and down the leafy stems. When he stood very still their murmurs would surround him, and they seemed to be telling  him everything would be okay, don’t be sad, it will get better. He wasn’t sure if the sounds were coming through his ears or from…