BRITNEY
All eyes were on Josh as the color drained from his face and his eyes shifted to the floor. Maybe it wasn’t deliberate, but he knew she was in the apartment, and he had played along with the medium, anyway. I tried not to be mad, to understand why he would do such a thing, but my mind was drawing a blank.
“So, is that why you have been meditating in that room? To make contact with her?” I accused him, my tone harsher than I intended.
He looked up at me, surprised. “What room?”
“Your meditation room, you know, the room you kept me out of this whole time. I found the candle I gave you in there.”
“For starters, I haven’t been meditating in there; and secondly, I haven’t ‘kept you’ out of any room. What are you talking about? I didn’t put the candle in there.” He stood and warily
