My decisions haunt me-just like the ghosts I see.
I left Guntersville, Alabama, to build a life that made sense: courtroom logic, clean lines, no shadows in the corners. But here's the truth-this town sharpens everything. The voices in my head. The things I glimpse just past my sight. The barrier between the living and the dead? It's thinner here. And some ghosts never really leave.
Now I'm back-older, hardened, and running on fumes-because my best friend was murdered. Her death ripped open everything I tried to bury. And when her young son goes missing, the past claws its way to the surface.
Then I wake up in the hospital after a near-fatal accident... and the dead won't shut up. They want something. Justice. Revenge. Maybe both.
I didn't ask for this ability. I don't understand it. But if I'm going to find that boy-and stop whatever's coming-I'll have to let the darkness in.
Because some truths refuse to stay buried.
And some ghosts won't stay silent until they're heard.