6
I didn’t sleep the night after Leah left.
I lay there in bed, staring at the red smear on the floor like it might suddenly spell out an answer. I didn’t clean it. I couldn’t. Part of me wanted to believe it was wine, maybe old varnish reacting to humidity, or a trick of my own over-sensitized mind.
But deep down, I knew better. And Aren didn’t show up again.
Not that night, not in my dreams and not in the mirror.
Just absence, which made the silence feel more suffocating than ever.
By morning, I’d already googled six different psychic mediums in the city. I’d seen enough horror movies to know that was a terrible idea, that people who go looking for ghosts rarely like what they find. But I also knew I was way past the point of walking away.
I didn’t want him gone.
I wanted him clo
