"What? Did you just say--"
"Yes. Oliver is right---" When she turned back, there was only an empty space where Oliver had been. "---there."
"Delice, are you alright?"
That question almost drove her insane.
"I am alright. I just saw Oliver and I heard his voice right now. He was right there." The doubt in Laura's eyes made her itch in a way she couldn't describe. She rushed over to where she had seen Oliver, trying to find out if there was a secret passage around here, but she found none.
She had seen him.
She had seen him!
"He was right here."
Or was she seen a ghost? That was... impossible.
"What are you doing?" Laura's eyebrows sharpened with anger. "Are you trying to dig harder into my grief?"
Something in Delice dropped and her shoulders slumped, as she took some steps closer to her broken friend.
"No, Laura I would never--"
The anger in her eyes didn't subsidize. "Or you are still in love with him after all these years."