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I knew that when my friends got out of the cars, they would see Sarah. That’s what happened when I touched a ghost—they became visible to others. I needed to prepare Sarah.
“They’re going to be able to see you.” I held up our hands and nodded. “Okay?”
She let out a long breath. “Okay.”
I took another look at our joined hands and felt my chest tighten a bit. It wasn’t very common, even in the twenty-first century, to see black and white people holding hands, and certainly, in the days of Sarah’s breathing life, it had been absolutely forbidden. So for her to take my hand . . . it was an honor. It was a sign of trust that I had not yet earned and I expected was hard-given for a woman who had watched white people kill her mother. I looked up and to the right because I’d read somewhere t
