Chapter 43 – A Ghost of My Past
**Present Time**
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“Calvin?”
He looks like him, and yet also not. The only thing that can resemble this man with the Calvin that I know is his face. However, his body is not even comparable to the man who died that night.
To the man who bled like crazy inside that car.
To the man who died with my child.
He is not him. This is impossible. I’m sure Calvin died that night. I even built a tomb for him. He died at the same time I suffered from a miscarriage. However, a dead man can’t harm a living body, and that is exactly what he did to John.
Am I perhaps dead as well? The same with John? Am I receiving Calvin’s help from hell? If so, why are we in the same room? Is this how it works when someone dies?
“Ada, yes, it’s me. How about you get dressed
