CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
That night, I’m plagued by nightmares and I barely get any sleep. Sunday morning arrives sooner than I’d like and I drag myself through my usual morning routine bleary-eyed. Sitting at my kitchen bench, I stare mindlessly into my coffee. In my hand, I hold the page of notes Elisa wrote after the séance. I have no idea how she did it but, she’d managed to remember each message.
I run the words around inside my mouth. “Cold. Water. Dark. Help. Wings.” I can’t begin to guess what they mean. The message window had closed when Annie stopped communicating. When I reopened the app all the messages were gone. I’d left the computer on overnight, but no other messages appeared. If it is real—a big if—then Annie is dead. With such nebulous clues, how the heck am I supposed to h
