* Claire’s POV *
I sit in my room, staring at the wall as if it might provide me with answers. But there are no answers to be found here, no solutions to my problems. I’m still shocked that I can hear Rhea’s voice in my head even though she’s dead.
“Claire, can you hear me?” Rhea’s voice echoes through my mind.
I close my eyes and take a deep breath. “Yes, I can hear you,” I reply, still amazed that I’m able to communicate with the dead.
“I know this is crazy, but work with me here,” she says.
“How are you talking to me right now?” I ask. “You’re dead. I watched you die. I grieved for you. And now, after all these months, you’re suddenly in my head? How is that real?”
“Before I died, a part of my soul was attached to your consciousness,” Rhea explains. “That’s why I’m able to speak
