Summer stopped in her tracks and stared at the spot where Evie was standing. "Oh my goodness. I can hear you, but I can't see you. Are you Sam's ghost?"
Of course, here was another Holiday who was sensitive to spirits. I am. My name is Evangeline Bonnell. Evie.
"Oh wow, my first ghost. Sam must be rubbing off on me." Summer's smile was brilliant, a feminine copy of Sam's. "Nice to meet you, Evie. I'm Summer."
I know. Evie felt herself smile in return. I've been around this house for a long time.
The dark-haired woman took a seat on the sofa and patted the cushion beside her. "So, Evie. This is odd. I'm usually the boring one. I've never talked to a ghost before."
I think it might be your child, Evie thought. She was getting some sort of vibration, almost like recognition from the tiny
