Chapter 67
The Ghost
Isaw Mary’s ghost, just like I had seen my mother’s before the fire that almost killed me at Church Heights. I had woken to her voice crying out, “Wake up.” I’d seen her hovering over my bed. At least I thought I did. Unless it was just another false narrative in my fucked-up mind. Should I tell Ethan what Mary said?
I chewed on my bottom lip as I crossed the foyer, on edge. Thick silence filled the walls, and the house was in darkness, only small rims of light from the night lamps stretching into shadows.
Find him and forgive him.
Her voice had sounded so real. I sucked in a breath as my mind grappled with what to do.
An ice-cold hand grabbed my shoulder.
“Shit,” I gasped, jumping out of my skin and whipping back, my hands shooting up automatically.
Josh held out his palms to match mine. “Sorry, I come in peace, I didn’t mean to scare you.”
“Fuck. Don’t sneak up on me like that.” My voice came out harsher than I’d intended as we headed into the kitchen.
“In my defense, I hardly snuck up. I called your name before I touched your shoulder.” Josh grabbed a shiny green apple from the bowl and took a bite.
With my mind I turned the light on, and I opened the fridge door and took out the butter and cheese.
“Who are you forgiving?” Josh asked around a mouthful of apple.
“What?” I swung back.
“I heard you say forgive him.”
Did I whisper it out loud? I must have.
“Everything alright, Amy?” Michael asked as he walked in with Ethan, both staring at me with worry. Did they hear it too?
“Fine.” My cheeks burning, I busied myself grabbing bread. I was just seeing ghosts, having them whisper in my head, nothing strange about that at all.
“Amy, who do you need to forgive?” Ethan asked, his voice firm.
My face bloomed hotter as I slapped two pieces of bread on the counter.
“We all heard what Josh said. Did he hurt you?”
I stilled, shocked. All their eyes were on me. Josh and Michael’s were filled with concern and pity. Ethan’s were filled with anger.
“No, God, no. I?—”
His teeth clenched. “Who are you forgiving, then?”
Find him and forgive him.Those words were spoken in my head. Just like Karson told me he loved me in my head. They had sounded so real …
Every cell in my body curled up as I muttered, “I saw Mary, or I thought I did.” I looked at the floor, unable to meet their eyes, my hands wringing in front of me. “She spoke to me.” I cringed as I peered up.
Josh’s mouth dropped open. Ethan exchanged concerned glances with Michael.
“What?” Georgie said from the door, her eyes swollen from crying. “You can see ghosts?”
“I don’t know. I may have imag?—”
“Where is Karson?” Ethan asked, cutting me off.
