Kris didn’t think so. His face, his voice, had reflected a sadness she recognized. He’d lost people, and he felt guilty about it. Kris’s mother had fought. She’d tried. She just hadn’t been able to win. However, Kris hadn’t been able to forgive her for promising a desperate teenager what she had no right to promise. She should have been honest. She should have prepared Kris and her brother better instead of lying right to the end about her chances of survival. The denials were what Kris had been unable to forgive. Certainly the lies and her reaction to them had fueled her career, but they’d also fueled her guilt. Kris harbored a deep anger at her mother for them still, and that she did kept her up a lot of nights. Kris was surprised she hadn’t started seeing ghosts. Or at least ghost. Of course she didn’t believe in visits from the great beyond. But she hadn’t believed in Nessie, either. If she proved to the world that the Loch Ness Monster was real, would she also start seeing the spirit of her mother around every dark corner?
