‘But then I will leave because I cannot be a third in a relationship with a ghost.’ The words continued to resonate within the confines of Jocelyn’s mind long after the house had gone quiet and dark.
She was back in her bedroom. The very room she had shared with Rolf during their four years of marriage. Originally, Jocelyn had moved out of her family home and made a home with Rolf in the city. At the time, Rolf had been working with Leland, and Jocelyn explored her skills as a mechanic at a local garage.
But within a few months, cracks had begun to show in Rolf’s personality, and before Jocelyn could even say anything, Priscilla had picked up on them and suggested Rolf and Jocelyn move into the farmhouse to help with the work for a few weeks. Weeks had turned into years.
Jocelyn didn’t
