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allowing my fingers to solidify just enough to make an impact. She shivered and squeezed her cell phone in a tight grip.
    “I better go see if she’s in the house,” she announced in an unnatural tone. I squinted at her face and saw worry mingled with fear. What could it be now? Had Ian contacted her, knowing I couldn’t use the phone? Then again, why would he? He could call to me at any time. Yet, he had blocked me out. I followed in silence and floated through my front door, not looking forward to whatever Monica had to say.

Chapter Four
     
    “Libby, you’re not going to like this,” Monica said, still clutching her phone.
    I materialized and groaned. “I can’t take anything else right now. Hold on. Let me check on Jake.” I made sure my son was still enjoying his games and returned to the kitchen. Monica sank into a chair, but I remained standing. “Tell me.”
    “Mason called.”
    Another shock. Mason, my ex-husband, whom I had found the strength to divorce after years of emotional abuse was the last person I wanted to hear from—especially now. His schedule of seeing Jake wasn’t regular, more like when he found the time in his busy life. He lived in Raleigh, and I was happy with it that way. Mason kept himself far enough removed that he hadn’t heard about the deaths and other crimes happening in my small town. I had rather him not find out. “What did he want?”
    Monica turned up one side of her lips and folded her arms across her chest. That was my friend’s look when she had little patience for someone who offended me. She knew my history with Mason even though I had tried to hide it when I was still married to him. Monica had never stopped pushing to get me to either force Mason to treat me better or to leave him. Yet, she had never left my side. I loved her for it.
    “He wanted to know why he couldn’t get through to your phone. The message said it’s not in service, and you didn’t give him a new number. He seems to think he has rights.”
    Despite my mood, I chuckled. “He is Jake’s father, Monica, and he doesn’t know I can’t use electronic equipment without destroying it.”
    “I’m saying he doesn’t need to know.”
    I fought a losing argument. “What else did he say?”
    She hesitated. Wooziness came over me, which was probably all in my mind.
    “He said he’s coming down here this weekend to see his parents, and he wants to see Jake too.”
    The entire world dipped and sloped. I shut my eyes, concentrating, but I could tell it did no good. I had never felt more pushed into facing the truth in my entire life. Everything that had occurred seemed to direct me to let go.
    “If he comes, Jake might tell him about me being a ghost.”
    “He’ll never believe it,” Monica countered.
    “Jake’s not the type to believe in silly fantasies. Remember he told me Santa Clause isn’t real at five years old? Almost broke my heart.”
    Monica held up a finger. “Yes, but he accepted you as a ghost without question. That’s got to prove he’s still a kid.”
    “To Jake, it’s simply fact.”
    Monica stood up and dropped hands on my shoulders before she realized I wasn’t solid. Her hands passed through, and she shivered. That reaction had ceased to interest me after the fiftieth time it happened. She moved away. “Don’t worry. We’ll figure it out.”
    I already have.

    I floated along the street, wondering why Isabelle chose to meet away from everyone else and to not tell anyone who she was meeting. I knew Monica worried, so I had made up an excuse and left Jake in her care. I didn’t like lying to my best friend, but I admitted Isabelle’s secrets were not mine to share. I respected her wish to keep how much she was involved with helping me to a minimum.
    I scanned the area around me, ahead, and behind. No one walked on the street, but I increased my pace. The roar of an engine caught my attention, and I stopped moving. Isabelle pulled her car to a stop and got out.