So imagine that when you were a kid you had a best friend you did everything with.
But then she disappeared one day, you heard adults talk about it, but they just told you she 'went to live abroad'.
You isolate yourself for years because you are afraid your next friend will just go away too.
Now you’re an adult, got married and have a kid – a 4 year old daughter.
She has an imaginary friend she talks about all day.

She describes the friend as having the exact same scar on her face as your first best friend did.

You talk to your kid and slowly find out more.
She says the friend wants to show you something.
She leads you to a forest near where you grew up, there’s a spot where the plants are taller and the grass is a lot taller.
You dig, because it's worth trying no matter how unlikely.

There are bones, you inform the police.
They test to confirm it's her.
She finally gets buried properly.

Your daughter is upset because her 'friend' is gone.

But it's the first time in so long you actually feel at peace.