Harlow examined the chessboard in front of her, trying to decide her next move. The game had lasted two weeks and could have been a world record for the length of time taken to play a game of chess if her opponent wasn’t a ghost.
Initially, Harlow had thought it would be fun to play around for her ghost but the reality of knowing he might be watching had put her off being naked, much to Chantelle’s dismay, and also, now that Chantelle had returned to Manchester, Harlow's too.
It had taken a few days of being alone again, for her to get her head around living with Caleb, but eventually, with his help, she had. She knew he was helping her, in his own way, by leaving little reminders of him being with her. My Adonis would be on the kitchen table every morning, waiting for her to sit
