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The Ghost Who Loved-3
I sat back into the chair cushions at that. She could become an eternity-wrecker for live humans. “Are you serious Dad? That just doesn’t sound like Rose.” He nodded. “Sorry, son. These type come along once in a century or two. That’s what they told me when I called them. Ben never lies, regardless about how much it may hurt. ‘Better to be hurt now and get over it, than to be destroyed later by what you don’t want to see,’ he would say.” He leaned forward to look at me directly. “So for once, I don’t know what to tell you. I know you like the girl, but we don’t have a way to find her. You’ve been months traveling all over So-Cal and nothing to show for it. But the good news is that they’ve already started tracking her. It’s only a matter of time.” A bell rung from the kitchen. Dad look
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