Elizabeth got up from her old bed and walked over to a bookshelf filled with old books of people recounting their real-life encounters with cryptids and ghosts.
She ran her hand over the spine of one of them, then pulled it out and threw it over to Sawyer.
He picked it up and turned it over in his hands.
“What is this for?”
“I figured you might find it entertaining. I need to go and sort through some paperwork in my mother’s office and it’s going to take me a while. If we don’t have time today it’s no big deal; it’s just insurance and stuff. The hospice had the information they needed to arrange a funeral when they couldn’t contact me but there are so many things I have to sort out now that I didn’t even consider until we got here.”
“Oh?”
“Human stuff. Direct debits for magazine sub
