After my nutritious breakfast of Raisin Bran and half a cantaloupe—that Maya practically forced down my throat when her mama bear instincts kicked in—Maxine finally arrived to kick off the clearing of the home. Part of me was a little disappointed that Vern, who had been clinging to me like white on rice over the past week, hadn’t followed me into the house. I was kind of hoping that he’d be swept up with the activities and sent into the light or whatever would happen with the ghosts today. Alas, it wasn’t meant to be.
Maya agreed to stay downstairs with Dani while Devon and I followed Maxine upstairs.
“What do we need to do?” I asked as we reached the second-floor landing. Maxine led us into what looked like a spare bedroom and set down the tote bag she had been carrying.
“First we are
