Julia
It’s over.
There’s no room for doubt as I drive through the worst of the storm. I feel violated, all the way down to my soul. My face is red and streaked with tears, and my lungs constrict with every breath I take, as though my chest is trapped in an immovable vice.
Jake’s actions are unforgivable.
And it had been Jake, not Zeke. I’m absolutely sure of that. Aside from the fact that Zeke would never treat me so horribly, we’d simply spent so much time together during Jake’s absence that the ghost was all but drained of energy by the time my husband returned home.
But there was something else wriggling through the back of my mind, insidious and full of venom.
How had Jake even known about Zeke in the first place?
He didn’t look at all surprised when I spoke the spirit’s name al
