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The door creaked open, the moment I unlocked it. Like the person had been waiting to hear the click.
The smell of food wafted through the air, my gut twisted, bile rising. The crone stepped in with a platter, my eyes narrowed at the slight jump to her step. "You barely eat," She said, ignoring my less than pleased expression.
Disappointment gnawed at me. Maybe it was the madness creeping up on me but I wanted Yana to walk through the door and tell me it was all a dream. But I should have known better than to believe ghosts visited the livingâmy stepfather never came to visit in three years.
She set the platter down, turning to me, she smiled tenderly. "How are you feeling, dear?"
The ice around my heart melted. I was always a sucker for words of endearment. It was the pathetic part of me that wanted love no matter where it came from.
"I am fine," I replied stiffly.
