MADDISON'S POV
Jenna's face was now out of sight, blocked by Maddison's own in the black glass of her mobile phone. The image was dark; a white-skinned woman floating on a wave of white marble. Jenna's harsh, gritty words of mean fact still echoed in the calm, fancy room. Tyler is a ghost. Don't let him haunt you. It was advice. It was the only smart advice.
But ghosts, she had quickly realized, did not need to be invited to haunt. They simply saw the cracks in the walls and slipped in. And Tyler, with that final, harmful question, had only managed to place a crack in the rock of her new life.
Maddison let the phone drop onto the marble countertop and shook with a nervous giggle. Jenna was right. Clearly and sensibly, all her words were pure fact.
Tyler was a good liar, and this story
