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Scarlett didn’t care that someone watched her from a corner. What had started the haunting, she didn’t know, but felt that it was Michael’s love for her and his son and his wish to protect them or watch over them. He was trapped because he cared too much, though in death. Especially in death. He, too, could not let go.
Her heart swelled with pride. And a plan.
A mouse scratched behind the walls. The mice had never left the walls in all this time, were impervious to traps, and Rocker Patch was a completely useless mouser, she thought. She kept him only because he had been Michael’s and because her son loved him.
The cat licked daintily at its water bowl, stared at an invisible spot in the corner, and ignored the scratching behind the ivy-covered kitchen walls. He began to purr.
She
