“Seriously? Your best friend’s sister? You haven’t changed at all, have you?”
I stop moving.
Breathing.
Doing anything that requires functioning like a human being.
That croaky, honeyed voice…
I know it.
I swivel around, my throat feeling clogged when I drink in the ghost staring back at me. I saw that pink shirt earlier tonight. My eyes dip to her necklace. To the name written in gold.
Mia.
What the fuck?
“Are you going to say something or…?” she mocks.
One second.
That’s all it takes to send me back there. A single second and I’m reliving the worst day of my life. Back to suffocating. Gasping for air in a burning building. Praying the truth about what really happened that day will die along with me.
But I can’t run anymore.
Because behind me,
Is the girl I killed…
“Lyla?”