Chapter 4

Keaton started to wonder if the ghost he thought he'd laid to rest had really returned.

My fleeting glance was like a drop of boiling oil, sending shockwaves through Keaton's tightly wound nerves.

The next evening, as soon as I arrived at the office, my supervisor pulled me aside and whispered, "Elle, Mr. Hoover asked about you today. I told him you might not talk much, but you're the fastest worker here.

"He didn't say much, just asked me to move you to the top floor to take care of his office."

I nodded obediently, but inside, my mind was…