Chapter 6
Chapter 6
The sky rumbled, thunder rolling through the thickening clouds above. But William’s quiet admission out through the wonder they deafening me with its weight. Regret. Those words echoed in my hollow chest, reverberating through the way
that was all I had lage,
I stood by William’s side, my gaze distant, watching as he held the car door open for Isabella, the two of them doing nothing has to se warm and filled with hope. They looked like the perfect couple, like something out of a dream. A cruel, twisted dreams in which y de ma nothing more than a hurdle they had to overcome.
Now that I was gone, that hurdle had been cleared, and their happily ever after could begin
The wedding I once dreamed of, William was now planning–every last detail–for Isabella. The dress, the ring, the potatoes. He was oxomed by r ing everything else fall away. He didn’t even care about the company anymore, completely lost in the upcoming dean of His Mewra ter
But I suppose there was a silver lining. It seemed, at last, I could finally leave William Miller behind.
He was dating Isabella Miller, and I found myself trailing behind them without even realizing it. They were taking nothing photos topper, and I could stay in the car, watching from thousands of miles away.
I tried to distance myself from him, to break the habit of following him everywhere. To my surprise, I succeeded exceed engely, wandering the streets like a lost soul, feeling more like a specter than ever.
“Olivia.”
I paused mid–step, turning lightly at the sound of his voice.
The night was thick with shadows, and there stood Christopher Moore under the streetlamp, a dozen beers in hand
When he saw me, his eyes filled with tears of joy. “Olivia, it’s really you.”
I almost forgot that Christopher could see me. He stood there, cautious, as if afraid that if he blinked, I might vanish like a mirage.
I smiled and nodded at him.
Suddenly, a bottle dropped from his grip, shattering on the pavement and splattering beer on his pants. He opened his arms wide, bar could only embrace thin air.
He stood frozen for a moment, panic flashing in his eyes. “Olivia, why? Why can’t I feel you? Olivia.*
Igazed at him, unable to find the words, but Christopher seemed to understand.
He murmured, “Of course… you’re dead.”
I followed Christopher back to his house. In his study, a stack of documents lay scattered on the desk–investigations into the truth behind and Mrs. Miller’s demise.
death
It struck me that since my death, Christopher had been tirelessly digging into the circumstances of that car crash. And the mastermind behind it all was Isabella Miller.
News of Isabella and William’s impending wedding had spread far and wide.
“If I had known William Miller was such a scoundrel, I would never have let him go in the first place.”
“Maybe it’s for the best. Let me give them a little surprise at their wedding.”
