Chapter 5“Make yourself at home.”
“Wow.” My abode turned out to be the villa on the hill, and just inside, I took a good look around. “It…it is home, Casper.”
“Call me CJ,” he suggested.
“CJ.” I took it all in.
“I’ll call you Otto-Man.”
Somehow, they’d reproduced my family’s Hawaiian estate, the one where Shawn and I were to spend our honeymoon.
“Shawn?” I whispered it, and then called out louder. “Shawn?”
Everything was as it should be, right down to the family photo on the light wood credenza under the large front window. It was one of the rare times we’d all been together, right there on the same beach where I’d met my demise. Sort of the same beach and sort of met my demise. Even Tabor and Celia’s husbands were in the photograph. That very morning, right before leaving for the c
