The last thing Claire wanted to encounter when she returned to her room that night was a hysterical ghost, but when she arrived after a quiet late dinner, she found the ghostly Emma Morley sitting and sobbing on her bed. Claire had eaten with Beth, who kept her apprised of Bryce’s progress, and was exhausted and feeling guilty that she hadn’t seen him that day. Still, she couldn’t help but feel sorry for the girl. What would she do if the man she loved was near but couldn’t see her?
Oh, wait—she did know what that was like, to be invisible as a woman and only present as a set of symptoms in a fragile shell.
“What’s wrong?” Claire asked.
“He knows I’m there, but he thinks I’m a vengeful spirit who’s haunting him,” the girl-ghost said.
“What did you do?”
“Nothing, but wherever I go, it
