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I took a step toward our ghostly companion. “You couldn’t come with us, can you?”
Todd held out the broken bit of mirror to me. “That isn’t where I belong.”
My shoulders sank. “Alright. Well, thanks for trying, anyway.”
Todd turned away from us and faced the picture of his wife. A strange look slipped into his eyes as he lifted his chin slightly. “When you leave I have a favor to ask of you.”
I nodded. “Anything.”
“I’ve got one more jar of cream left. I want you two to have it.”
My heart dropped. “We couldn’t-”
“Yeah, you can,” Todd interrupted me as he stepped closer to the picture and grasped the frame. He held it in front of himself and brushed his fingers against the glass. “But there’s something else I need you to do.” He turned to us and held out the frame. “I
