Chapter 3

“Absolutely. What is it?”

“It’s Alicia.”

It took Dion a moment to figure out who Alicia was. After all, Mr. Jones wasn’t the only spirit he had conversations with. He couldn’t remember every single detail that he was privy to, thanks to the thousands of spirits he came into contact with over the past thirty-four years on the planet.

“Your eight-year-old granddaughter?”

“Yes.”

“What about her?”

“She’s outside right now.”

“Okay,” Dion said, and he was at a loss now. He didn’t quite know how to let Mr. Jones down in the nicest manner possible. “Mr. Jones, I don’t think I can do that. You told me just last week that she’s only eight years old this year. She’s too young. Telling her about your existence will scare her to—”

“She died earlier this afternoon.”

Dion was instantly speechless upon hearing that. He might abhor the living, breathing humans for the most part, but he had a soft spot for children. However, he never enjoyed dealing with the spirits of dead children.