When they got to the other side of the desk, glass was strewn around everywhere. Sophie looked in the corner by the door, and she saw a girl crouched there. “Hey! What are you doing here? Come out, right now.” The girl whimpered but came out. Sophie could see that it was Chloe, the girl she had run into days ago. Chloe, who always seemed to be around. Chloe. She was holding her hand, and Sophie could see blood dripping down her wrist, droplets hitting the floor. And everything clicked into place. “Hi, Chloe,” she said calmly. “You’re Millicent, aren’t you?” Without saying a word, Chloe started crying. Ophelia looked outraged. Madeleine stood back and covered her mouth. And Kayley said, “Wha …” Emma just shook her head sadly. “Yes. This all makes sense now.” “Wait, she’s a ghost from the 1920s?” Kayley asked. Ophelia elbowed her. “No, you idiot. She’s just been acting like one.” “We need to take you to the nurse,” Madeleine said. Chloe spoke through tears, “Please, please, no, I’m fine.
