Chapter 43
Rachel stood at the top of the attic stairs in the Ezra house. “Yep, just like we left it. Tell me again why you think we have to be here to do this.”
“Whoa, this is creepy without the whole ‘hang yourself from the rafters’ story.” Jake turned a circle, taking in the entire room.
When I told Rachel I thought we should go back to the scene of Delilah’s death, I feared she’d bolt. I would if I’d been her but not solid, steady Rachel. Complain? Yes, but she’d been there for me since I finally told her the truth about what was happening, and it looked as though she’d be here till the end of this madness—what I hoped would be the end, anyhow.
I balked at Esther’s suggestion at first. How could we banish an apparition with friendship and family? That was the last thing I’d expecte
