Chapter Eight
Jason came over early this morning, allegedly to cut the grass. The lawn was in pretty good shape, so I suspect he had other motivations.
I was sitting by the fire pit when I spotted him across the yard. Deja vu all over again. Except this time I knew who he was and he knew who I was, and I even had a rough idea of why he'd come.
Should I be ashamed that my heart jumped when I saw him? Not in a romantic way. Nothing like that. It was a combination of factors, starting with just being pleased to see another human, especially someone I now consider a friend. After another night alone in my parents' farmhouse, not even hearing from the resident ghost, I welcomed a smiling face.
Jason is a good guy. After the talk we had today, I can say that with confidence. He's a l
