OLIVIA
I stand in the corner of the Barlowe family house, tears rolling down my cheeks as I watch Becca wail. Dillon sits next to her, rubbing her shoulder in a comforting gesture.
"Such a sad scene," someone says, standing next to me.
I turn to look at them when I note the familiarity in the voice and I'm met with the shock of my life.
"Derrick," I whisper, feeling light-headed.
"Hey," he says leaning against the wall behind us and crossing his arms.
I swallow, unable to form words.
"You look pale, everything okay?" he asks, pushing off the wall and moving to stand in front of me now.
"How...what are you...how did you get here?" I say, feeling all the color drain from my face.
"I came to extend my condolences to the ghost of you," he says, smiling. "Heard you died some months ag
