Chapter 19

“Dex—”

“Don’t dismiss me!”

For the first time since arriving, I felt a thread of fear. I backed up. That seemed to startle him, for he stopped in his tracks, his fists loosened, and stared wide-eyed at me. “I would neverhurt you. Ever.”

Then, his body started to shimmy, the windows rattled even more violently, and he vanished.

* * * *

At a loss as to what to do next, and with Dexter ignoring my pleas to return, I finally laid on the bed, staring at the ceiling. I kicked off my shoes, but I remained fully clothed, lying on top of the comforter.

I remained convinced that I had to somehow help Dexter move on, but I also knew it would be difficult both because of Dex being uncooperative, and I didn’t want to lose him.

It was bizarre being in love with a ghost, but I recognized that’s what it was. Whether my past life as Owen had predestined me to feel this way, or the feelings had developed on their own, I did not know.