Memories From a Dead Girl
Thirty-Seven
"You're not serious."
Chloe stared at him, her eyebrow raised.
"Oh, shit." Austin let out a long breath. "You aren't joking."
"No," Chloe answered firmly.
It's like she read my mind, at least some of it, because that's what I'd been planning. The other piece of it was more complicated — and much more risky — but if the Ouija idea worked, then so would this.
Anticipation spread through me like wildfire.
Finally, they'd know what happened.
They'd see what I did, what Austin missed.
"Thank you for being the brilliant sister I knew you were," I whispered.
Chloe stared at him, her eyebrow raised.
"Oh, shit." Austin let out a long breath. "You aren't joking."
"No," Chloe answered firmly.
It's like she read my mind, at least some of it, because that's what I'd been planning. The other piece of it was more complicated — and much more risky — but if the Ouija idea worked, then so would this.
Anticipation spread through me like wildfire.
Finally, they'd know what happened.
They'd see what I did, what Austin missed.
"Thank you for being the brilliant sister I knew you were," I whispered.