Chapter 11: Confessions

Charlotte's POV

SIX MONTHS AGO

I had to admit, that day in the cemetery threw me for a loop. Stephen Montgomery was a ghost. I hadn't seen that coming. I feared that he was secretly married, or maybe just an incredibly eccentric guy who did things his own, unusual way. But a ghost? That took some getting used to.

"So let me get this straight," I said, looking from his handsome face to the name on the tombstone, "You're the guy who's buried in this cemetery. That's you. Your wife, your kids, and you. You died over a hundred years ago, that's what you're telling me?"

He nodded, and motioned for me to have a seat next to him on the marble bench hugging the perimeter of the graveyard. I began to shiver uncontrollably in response, and he draped his jacket around my shoulders. Whatever he was, he was always a gentleman, I thought, idly, that had to count for something.