Hannah lowered her glass. “What’s up?”
I turned my phone around. Five faces crowded in. Lila’s camera dropped to her side.
Brooke snorted. “What, your house has ghosts now?”
“Skinny ghosts,” Jenna added. Everyone laughed.
“Seriously, this is weird,” I said. “It’s happening right now.”
The laughing stopped.
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“Just Watching TV. Why?”
Marissa leaned in to look again. “The kids must be asleep, and that’s too light to be Jack… you don’t think he brought his mom over to help?”
I shook my head. “Brenda’s too tall to weigh that little without turning skeletal.”
“Then who’s at your house?” Brooke’s voice dropped a register.
Jack had practically pushed me out the door earlier that night. Kissed my forehead while Liam argued about brushing his teeth. “You deserve a night off. Go celebrate with your girlfriends.” He’d sounded so sure of himself I’d let my doubts go. How much trouble could a man get into watching his own kids?
