Chapter 28

“Fucking tired of this life. Of being a ghost.”

I stopped breathing. Sometimes people talked about death. It was a way out. Something to shoot for if it got to be too much. It didn’t mean tonight. Had to trust him. Couldn’t let my own panic stop him from expressing these scary thoughts.

“But my family…you know.”

I prayed. Yes, I said a quick prayer for him. I wasn’t religious, but I believed in a higher power. Needed it now.

“It would kill my mother.” He seemed to be talking to himself. Or voicing these thoughts he’d carried in his mind for too long. “And maybe I wanna fight. I don’t know. I don’t know.” He sighed heavily. “Sometimes I think maybe I wanna try.”

I loosened my grip on the phone. Took a quick sip of my coffee.

“Micah…I’m bad news. I’m a vortex. A black hole. I’m a phantom.”