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were torn from the little girl’s and it was as if a bucket of ice water had been thrown over my face. The darkness, the fear, the pain all sluiced away, and suddenly I could breathe again.
    I took several gulps of air, then, with a shaky hand, swiped at the tears that were on my cheeks—tears I hadn’t even felt until then.
    When I opened my eyes, I met Fay Kingston’s gaze. She knew . The knowledge of death was right there in her shadowed, tear-filled eyes and stricken expression.
    I can’t do this. I can’t say the words that will destroy her world .
    I clenched my fists again, my short nails digging deep into my palms. The pain didn’t help shore up my courage.
    “It’s too late, isn’t it?” she said softly, her voice steady despite the grief in her expression.
    Way, way too late. For her soul, for her future lives. I licked my lips and said, “I’m afraid she’s already moved on.” I hesitated, then added softly, “Her passing was peaceful. She was in no pain, and has moved on to a happier place.”
    The lie burned my tongue, but what good would it have done to tell the truth? Losing a child was bad enough. They didn’t need to know that her last moments on earth had been a battle for the future of all her lives, not just this one.
    A battle she’d lost.
    Fear and horror rose up my throat like bile, and for a moment I couldn’t breathe again. I needed to get out of here. I needed to get away from the horror.
    I backed away a step, then stopped as Mrs. Kingston grabbed my arm. “Are you sure she’s at peace?”
    “Yes,” I said, without hesitation. Then, when I saw her frown, I added, “Why?”
    “Because—” She stopped, her grief making her hiccup. “Because I felt something last night. It was a darkness, a wrongness. It’s why I rang your mother. I needed to know that Hanna was all right. That her soul—”
    A chill ran through me. Whatever had been here, whatever had stolen that little girl’s soul, her mother had been aware of it. I hesitated, fighting the instinctive need to grab her and make her tell me everything she’d felt, everything she’d sensed. If she was psychic—and her words suggested she at least had some ability—then she might hold some vital clue as to what this thing was. But doing that might give the game away. Might make her realize I hadn’t been entirely truthful about her daughter’s passing.
    So I simply said, “Everyone who passes over does so with the assistance of a special guide. Sometimes we can sense them in the room—they are a warmth that seems to come out of nowhere, or a wrongness that often feels right.”
    She was shaking her head even before I’d finished. “This wasn’t warm. It was cold. Evil, even.” She rubbed her arms, her gaze searching mine. “Are you sure she’s safe?”
    “Yes, I’m sure.” I hated myself for the lie, but I had little choice. Even if the truth came out, there was nothing any of us could do about it, and she didn’t deserve to live with that. Neither of them did. “What makes you think it was evil?”
    “My skin began to crawl the minute I sensed its presence.” She hesitated. “I read from the Bible. That seemed to drive the sensation away.”
    But not before the battle had been fought and lost. “Maybe it was a ghost. There are enough of them haunting these halls, and some like to torment the souls of the dying.”
    It was a safe statement, mostly because it was true. Ghosts did haunt the hospital halls, and not all of them were happy about their state.
    Her gaze searched mine again, then she nodded and gave me a somewhat tremulous smile. “That must be it.” She reached out and touched my hand, steeping me in her grief. And in my own guilt. And once again I found myself resisting the impulse to pull away. “Thank you, Risa. Thank you.”
    “I’m just sorry I couldn’t be the bearer of better news,” I said honestly.
    She lifted her shoulder—a half shrug that somehow seemed so sad. “We