Chapter 35
Somewhere between the living and the dead existed a world for those who belonged in neither. It was a dark and lonely place, not meant for hope, love, or joy. It was a place I’d been to before when I’d lost my parents. I didn’t think I’d be back so soon.
“Llona! Get up. We have to call the police.” Christian was tugging at me.
In a daze, I rose onto my feet. Tracey was with the dead now. And her wide-open, accusatory eyes told me it was my fault.
Christian was speaking into his phone. My address. He was telling someone my address.
His hand pressed against my back. “Llona,” he said as gentle as a summer breeze. “The police will be here in a few minutes. Let’s go wait in the garage.”
I turned to follow until I saw a letter resting between Tracey’s crossed legs. I picked it u
