Chapter 3Echoes of Summer: My Ghostly Sweetheart

Carter's voice made my movements stutter.

Yes, he was dead.

Ten years ago, the day after high school graduation.

A car crash.

I attended his funeral.

Over the past ten years, everything related to him had been burned or thrown away.

No one around me ever mentioned his name.

Honestly, my mind had been a total mess just now.

So chaotic that even though I forced myself to be calm, I couldn't tell reality from a dream.

So dazed that I didn't even know what the point of my actions was right now.

But in this exact moment, I suddenly snapped wide awake.

I looked at the empty living room.

Then I looked down at my dripping wet dress.

My throat tightened.

"I got caught in the rain. If I don't take a hot shower and take some meds, I'll probably die of pneumonia tomorrow."

The room was dead silent.

So silent that it felt like seeing Carter had just been my own hallucination.

But just as I held my breath, about to push open the study door to check, his muffled voice drifted through the wood.

"Shut up. Don't use the 'D' word..."