he wants to get to her. He’s been in this room before.
Back when she didn’t realize he was visiting from the other side.
“Lisa, I should get off the phone.”
“Okay. Make sure you check out Nick’s page, though.”
“I will,”she says absently, and lifts the edge of the shade to peer into the night, looking for Darrin.
Rather, Darrin’s spirit.
“Oh, and my brother said he e-mailed you, too.”
“He did?”That captures her attention.
“Make sure you e-mail him back, okay? He’s really worried about you.”
Calla doesn’t know what to say to that. Or how to feel about it.
Too little, too late is how she would have reacted just days ago about Kevin, her ex-boyfriend, trying to reach out to her again after breaking up with her and dating someone new.
But after staying under the same roof with him while she was in Florida—and after having a heart- to-heart talk with him Friday night, before everything happened— she isn’t so sure.
He broke up with Annie, his new girlfriend.
And the last thing he said to Calla that night was, “Don’t write me off just yet. Promise me you won’t.”
She didn’t make any promises.
But she didn’t tell him to forget it, either.
Why not? Is it wrong to feel a connection— however slight—to Kevin when her feelings for Jacy are so strong?
Caring about someone new doesn’t mean you automatically stop caring about someone else you once loved, advises a voice in Calla’s head—a voice that isn’t her own.
She can hear her mother saying the words so clearly that she wonders, for a moment, if it’s something Mom actually told her back when she was still alive.
If it is, though, she can’t remember when, or why, her mother would have said it.
Thunder booms and, again, Calla peeks through the window— just in time to see lightning spark temporary daylight again.
The spot where Darrin was standing is empty now.
But he isn’t far away.
Calla can feel his presence crackling in the air, as palpable as the electric storm outside.
“Lisa, I really have to go,”she says, keeping an eye out for him as she moves across the room, away from the window.
“Okay. Be safe. Love you.”
“You, too.”
She hangs up the phone and tosses it onto the bed.
Then, after hesitating for a moment, she bends over and looks underneath it.
No Darrin.
Feeling a little sheepish, she straightens and goes over to the case that holds her mother’s laptop. As she picks it up, she wonders if this is a good idea.
She really is exhausted.
Maybe she should just forget it tonight, crawl into bed, turn out the light, and go to sleep. . . .
With the spirit of her mother’s dead lover hanging around as if he’s trying to tell her something.
Yawning deeply, she weighs the laptop in her hand, along with the decision.
Should she follow Jacy’s advice and wait, at least until tomorrow, when she’s better equipped to deal with it?
Or should she find out the truth right now?
Now, she decides. The sooner she finds out the rest of the story, the sooner Darrin—and perhaps Aiyana—will leave her alone, and she’ll get closure and move on.
Or the sooner she’ll be able to find her sister or brother.
Mind made up, Calla opens the laptop, presses the power switch, and waits for it to boot up.
Nervously, she looks around the room. Still no sign of Darrin.
But that doesn’t mean he isn’t here, watching.
It takes her a moment to realize nothing’s happening with the computer.
Then she remembers: when she packed it away in Florida, she was in a hurry. She probably didn’t bother to turn it off. She must have drained the battery.
Please, please, please, let that be the problem.
It would be easy to fix.
What if it’s something more serious? she wonders as she pulls the power cord out of the laptop case.
What if the hard drive or the motherboard or whatever you call it crashed, and all the files have been lost?
Then she’ll never know the truth.
Please, please,
Back when she didn’t realize he was visiting from the other side.
“Lisa, I should get off the phone.”
“Okay. Make sure you check out Nick’s page, though.”
“I will,”she says absently, and lifts the edge of the shade to peer into the night, looking for Darrin.
Rather, Darrin’s spirit.
“Oh, and my brother said he e-mailed you, too.”
“He did?”That captures her attention.
“Make sure you e-mail him back, okay? He’s really worried about you.”
Calla doesn’t know what to say to that. Or how to feel about it.
Too little, too late is how she would have reacted just days ago about Kevin, her ex-boyfriend, trying to reach out to her again after breaking up with her and dating someone new.
But after staying under the same roof with him while she was in Florida—and after having a heart- to-heart talk with him Friday night, before everything happened— she isn’t so sure.
He broke up with Annie, his new girlfriend.
And the last thing he said to Calla that night was, “Don’t write me off just yet. Promise me you won’t.”
She didn’t make any promises.
But she didn’t tell him to forget it, either.
Why not? Is it wrong to feel a connection— however slight—to Kevin when her feelings for Jacy are so strong?
Caring about someone new doesn’t mean you automatically stop caring about someone else you once loved, advises a voice in Calla’s head—a voice that isn’t her own.
She can hear her mother saying the words so clearly that she wonders, for a moment, if it’s something Mom actually told her back when she was still alive.
If it is, though, she can’t remember when, or why, her mother would have said it.
Thunder booms and, again, Calla peeks through the window— just in time to see lightning spark temporary daylight again.
The spot where Darrin was standing is empty now.
But he isn’t far away.
Calla can feel his presence crackling in the air, as palpable as the electric storm outside.
“Lisa, I really have to go,”she says, keeping an eye out for him as she moves across the room, away from the window.
“Okay. Be safe. Love you.”
“You, too.”
She hangs up the phone and tosses it onto the bed.
Then, after hesitating for a moment, she bends over and looks underneath it.
No Darrin.
Feeling a little sheepish, she straightens and goes over to the case that holds her mother’s laptop. As she picks it up, she wonders if this is a good idea.
She really is exhausted.
Maybe she should just forget it tonight, crawl into bed, turn out the light, and go to sleep. . . .
With the spirit of her mother’s dead lover hanging around as if he’s trying to tell her something.
Yawning deeply, she weighs the laptop in her hand, along with the decision.
Should she follow Jacy’s advice and wait, at least until tomorrow, when she’s better equipped to deal with it?
Or should she find out the truth right now?
Now, she decides. The sooner she finds out the rest of the story, the sooner Darrin—and perhaps Aiyana—will leave her alone, and she’ll get closure and move on.
Or the sooner she’ll be able to find her sister or brother.
Mind made up, Calla opens the laptop, presses the power switch, and waits for it to boot up.
Nervously, she looks around the room. Still no sign of Darrin.
But that doesn’t mean he isn’t here, watching.
It takes her a moment to realize nothing’s happening with the computer.
Then she remembers: when she packed it away in Florida, she was in a hurry. She probably didn’t bother to turn it off. She must have drained the battery.
Please, please, please, let that be the problem.
It would be easy to fix.
What if it’s something more serious? she wonders as she pulls the power cord out of the laptop case.
What if the hard drive or the motherboard or whatever you call it crashed, and all the files have been lost?
Then she’ll never know the truth.
Please, please,
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