months ago. October 12th. A ghost came. A small blonde girl. She stared at me. I told her to scat. She scatted.
The next day, October 13th, the ghost came back. She left a cookie, oatmeal, raisin, dry, but it was something. Emma smiled. She kept reading. She had her friend’s voice back, and she knew, holding that book, that they were going to be okay.continue reading …
