I gasped so long and so hard, I almost choked on my own spit. “Did you see that?” Ethan’s mouth hung open. If he stood like that for much longer, he’d swallow a bug. “That did not just happen,” I said, staring at the empty space where she’d stood. “No, no, no, no, no.” I ran around the fountain. Where was she? The two ladies were jabbering away on the bench and the kid on the skateboard had his back turned. “Did you see where that girl went?” I asked the ladies. “Did you see the girl with the red braids?” I asked the skateboarder. They saw nothing. You’d think someone driving past would have noticed a girl disappear into thin air, but maybe everyone was too busy texting and driving to look out the window. Ethan finally blinked. “I don’t believe it.” I stood next to him, panting because I’d run around the fountain like six times. “This just keeps getting weirder and weirder.” And so we waited for her to come back. What else could we do? She had the urn.
