She’s on her second sandwich, and neither of us has spoken since I handed her the plate of food. I’m on my laptop, staring at the listing for the house. I’m still torn about what to do.
I don’t want to leave Willow alone, but I know Layla doesn’t want to stay here. I would ask Willow to come with us, but that’s not really an option. I can’t allow her to continue using Layla’s body. It was only supposed to be a temporary fix—a way for Willow and me to communicate. But it’s taking its toll on Layla.
It’s taking a toll on me.
The only solution I can think of is to buy this place. If I do that, Layla and I can visit. Willow could still take over Layla’s body the few times a year we come here. And in the meantime, we could work on finding answers for Willow. When she’s ready for that, of course.
I email the Realtor and make an offer that’s $10,000 over the asking price, but I let her know I’d like the option to continue to occupy the property during closing.
I don’t know how Layla will feel about staying even longer, but Layla’s concern doesn’t seem to weigh on my decision. I’ve made it, and I’m prepared to deal with the fallout.
After I send the message to the Realtor, I check a few unopened messages in my in-box. One is from an address I don’t recognize.
Leeds,
It’s been a while since you’ve been in the forum. I apologize if reaching out to you beyond the forum makes you uncomfortable, but I do have a talent for separating the wheat from the chaff. I believe you, and I hope you can believe me in return.
I can help your ghost.
There’s no name attached to the email, but I recognize the title in the email address. UncoverInc.
How did he find me? I didn’t even use my real name in the forum.
I immediately go to the forum to check my profile, wondering if it pulled my information from Facebook somehow. All the settings are private, though, but before I log back out, a chat message pops up.
Did you get my email?
I look across the table at Willow, but she’s still eating, not paying attention to me. I shift in my chair and then hit respond.
Yes. How did you get my email address?
Never communicate with someone through a cell phone if you’re hoping to stay anonymous. I, however, have no interest in you or who you are, so there’s no need to be concerned. I’m interested in your ghost. Did you find anything out about her?
No.
Are you still at the bed & breakfast?
I lean back in my chair and stare at that message, unnerved. He knows where we’re staying? My heart begins pumping wildly in my chest. The last time someone found out where we were staying—it didn’t end well. I immediately push back from the table and walk to the front door to make sure it’s locked.
I double-check the alarm system when I pass by it to make sure it’s set. I check the other doors as well as every single window in the house. It takes me a while because this house is huge and there are a lot of windows, so by the time I make it back to the kitchen, I’m not surprised to see Willow is finished eating.
I am surprised to see that she’s looking at my laptop. She points at the screen and looks up at me like I’ve betrayed her.
“What’s this?”
I can’t tell if she’s upset or not. I shake my head and try to close the laptop, but she forces it back open. “Who is he?” she asks.
“I don’t know.”
“How does he know about me?”
“It’s just someone I met in a forum. I thought it was anonymous, but he figured out how to contact me.”
Willow’s jaw hardens. She stands up and paces the kitchen. “Is that why you seemed anxious while I was eating?”
“I’m not anxious.”
“You are. You checked all the windows and doors because whoever he is, he knows where we are.”
“Don’t worry. I’m overly cautious now. Everything’s locked up.”
Willow’s shoulders are tense. It’s only the second time I’ve seen her stressed while inside Layla. She pauses her pacing and says, “Why have you been talking to him? Do you want me out of this house?”
“No. I’ve been talking to him because when this first started, I thought I was going crazy.”
“Why are you still talking to him?”
“He keeps contacting me. I’m not hiding anything, Willow. He’s just adamant that he can help you, but I haven’t taken him up on the offer because it isn’t what you want right now.”
She blows out a quick, frustrated breath. Then she walks to the freezer, opens it, and grabs a half gallon of ice cream. She retrieves a spoon and sticks it into the ice cream, then takes a big bite.