Page 25 of Now You See Him
Not even a dream?
TINA:
Nothing at all
SUTTER CONSTRUCTION:
I wonder what this means. Did we…I don’t know, satisfy what he came here to do? Was that the last time he was going to make an appearance?
TINA:
Maybe? My fiancé came back yesterday. Is it time to tell him what happened between us?
SUTTER CONSTRUCTION:
Wait. Give it a few more days. See if Damien comes back.
Tina:
I want to see you again.
SUTTER CONSTRUCTION:
I know, sweetheart. I want to see you again too.
It had been over a week since Derrick had spent the night in her bed. He’d left first thing in the morning, sneaking out before she’d even opened her eyes, and she’d hated that she’d felt alone, cold, and empty. There hadn’t even been even ghostly visits, or a chill over her skin, to let her know that someone or something was in the room with her.
Then Logan walked through the front door on Friday morning and guilt slammed into her like a tsunami. Shewasa terrible person. She cheated. Now, she’d have to lie to this man who had given her six years and a promise of forever. Who had still moved in with her, across state lines, to a place he absolutely hated, just because she saw a For Sale sign and decided to uproot their lives. She was absolute scum.
Scum who probably ate something terrible and imagined all those dreams for the last few weeks. Scum who needed to get the drinking water tested, because where was this poltergeist? This ghost? Scum who used some twisted, fucked-up excuse to sleep with another man that was most likely a hallucination after all.
And scum who didn’t regret it. Not really.
She stood in the basement, daring Damien, almost demanding that he come after her as she angrily shoved wet clothes into the dryer. She was taking care of both hers and Logan’s wash because she couldn’t help herself but try desperately to make up for her infidelity.
Laundry wasn’t going to cut it, but at least it took the edge off her moral panic.
“Tina?”
Logan’s voice came from the top of the stairs. He still refused to come down them. Tina wasn’t sure if it was because of the door opening on its own or because he was experiencing something ghostly on his own.
“Yes?” she called back as she tossed in a dryer sheet and slammed the door.
“My mother wants us to come to dinner,” he yelled. “It’s in an hour.”
“Okay!” Tina yelled back.
There was a long pause. “Tina?”
“Yes?”
There was another long pause. Tina hit the start button for the dryer, then made her way back upstairs. She figured that Logan was probably on his phone or got distracted by something in the kitchen.
“What is it—” She stopped at the landing and gaped at her kitchen. All the upper- and base-cabinet doors were open.
Logan was white as a sheet, standing next to the island, swaying back and forth as he stared wide-eyed.
“Logan, are you rearranging or something? What’s going on?”
