We travel in silence for over an hour, my brain unable to switch off. Although I cannot grasp what Jude revealed, my lateral mind knows that this uncanny reality is really mine. I never believed in goblins, and ghouls, and…
“Jude?”
He peers over at me. I’ve never seen him look so…peaceful. He hums low, implying that he’s listening.
I shift in my seat, embarrassed. “Are you a…ghost?”
Lines etch across his furrowed brow. “I don’t know what I am,” he replies with a shrug. “This didn’t come with an instruction manual.”
His gaze lingers long enough that my cheeks heat. He grins, amused by my bashfulness. “Do I feel like a ghost?” He thankfully returns his focus to the road so I can blush in private.
“No,” I finally reply once I trust my voice. “You don’t. You feel very real.” I’m suddenly
