He knew he was sending mixed signals, but at this point he should be given a pass for the serious mind fuck throwing him off balance. The inches that separated them felt like miles as they made their way up the walkway to Madeline’s house. It was a completely different scenario from the last time. The irony didn’t escape him. He stood behind Juni as she rang the doorbell, with his hands in his pants pocket. He rocked back on his heel when Madeline opened the door. “Come in, my children. I see things have changed since you were here last.” She ushered them into her house, and they made a beeline for the room she’d seen them in previously. They sat at the table and she spoke. “You’ve figured out who the ghost was,” Madeline said. “It’s my wife,” Oliver said. “Tell me everything,” she said. Twenty minutes later Oliver sat beside Juni, drained and quiet.
