CHAPTER 15 - KIMBERLY
“HEY.”
THE FIRST thing I heard when I rejoined the land of the living was Reed’s voice.
“You’re awake?” he asked.
Yes, but I didn’t want to be. Little snippets of my antics last night flittered back to me—my stupid confession about Georgette, the vodka, Reed carrying me upstairs to bed. What was he still doing here? Tell me he didn’t plan on having me committed.
“I have a headache.”
A glass of water and two pills appeared beside me, as if by magic.
“Try these.”
“Thanks, but the issue is more fundamental.”
A ghost-induced headache. Or perhaps a tumour. What if I pretended to have a tumour? That could explain my outburst yesterday in a much more believable way.
Or perhaps I could just jump off a bridge?
“Why are you still here?” I asked Reed.
“We need to tal
