Chapter 19

He hated walking into the empty living room. There was always that split second where he wondered if he really was cracking, if he was imagining their voices and their touches and their jokes at his expense, just to cope better with their loss. When he stepped into the suite and was immediately greeted by the void, his stomach always threatened to revolt. Like now. His hands were clammy, and there was likely more than a hint of panicked desperation in his eyes as they swept the living room.

“Guys?” he called out, his voice a little unsteady.

“I’m here.” Lucky’s voice from somewhere near the bedroom door. “Stella’s sleeping.” He couldn’t miss the smirk in Lucky’s voice. “Actually, it’s fairer to say she’s passed out.”

Relief flooded through him, replaced almost instantly by curiosity. “You sleep? Why? You’re ghosts.”